Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Until further notice ...

I have an important announcement: Henceforth, when I refer to "my favorite writer" I will be talking about Haruki Murakami. He has been promoted, and no longer must defer to Mr. McInerney, Mr. Easton Ellis, Mr. Fitzgerald or Mr. Hemingway. Mr. Palahniuk, of course, plummeted with his 2008 sketch of the pornographic film industry "Snuff," but is again working his way toward a spot at the table with last year's "Pygmy."

This means that if two of these authors show up on the floor next to my bed, right of way goes to Murakami. This also means that if ever again in my life I am asked what bar I'd take my favorite writer to if he came to town, I'll have a new author and a new bar. The town will remain the same.

(I'm still not sure why none of my super-favorite writers are women, but we'll address that another time).


Amy said...

stop the presses! murakami pulls ahead!
what was the last murakami you read? i wanna know! i have the kafka one on my shelf but i haven't started it yet.

Christa said...

I just finished "Sputnik Sweetheart," which is just a tiny sliver of a novel and plays on a lot of his ongoing themes. It was just totally yum.

I'm planning on reading Norwegian Wood next. Then Kafka on the Shore.