Kafka on the Shore is the book that got me into reading. I read it during my short stay in Providence, and it reminded me how enjoyable reading can be. Unexplained happenings. Parallel worlds. Talking cats. Raining fish. Urban ennui. Strange dreams. Unsettlingly weird scenes. It has everything for a Murakami book. Questions go unanswered. 

Toru loses his cat, his wife, then his sense of reality. This was a long book I read during shifts at my summer job during Covid. It's a mystery novel that transcends history – whether real or unreal. Typical Murakami surrealism. I know Henry Groseclose didn't care for this one as much. 

This was perhaps the hardest book I have ever read. Pynchon crafts a terribly unreliable narrator in Oedipa Moss and there were pages that required dozens of rereadings. That said, I loved it. Symbology, coincidence, paranoia-induced-psychosis, dead-ends, uncertainty. Everyday I look for the W.A.S.T.E. symbols hidden on bar tables, under bridges, or on post boxes. 

Gordon Comstock declares war on money and it's awesome. Pride disguised as principle ruins him. Maybe it's best to just fly your aspidistra. 

Ice-nine is here (reference to Ice V by KGATLW?). I think we all just want someone to practice boko-maru with. 

Poo-tee-weet? Ah, yes. Billy Pilgrim is unstuck in time. His travels between the Tramalfadorians and wartime Dresden are sure to enertain. An instant classic, so it goes. 

The book I've read the most. Assigned in high school, college multiple times over, and personally a few times. Humans traded freedom for comfort through soma. Bernard Marx begins to see the cracks (it's joever). Bringing John the Savage back home exposes the myth we live in.
"O brave new world that has such people in it!"

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This book is terrifying. I read it in Alaska and realized that I, like Joseph, put myself on trial far too often for something I never did. But aside from the personal revelations . . . the horrifying bureaucracy, guilt without cause, and ultimately punishment without reason are tough to handle. Shouldn't we all be easier on ourselves and others? Maybe reading it in such a personal light isn't what Kafka intended. I don't know. 

You're telling me he woke up as a bug? Cruel. 

Can robots have faith and love? This is a really cool book, though it's been a long time since I read it. 

Can robots dream of becoming human? 

Put yourself in 1686 in some European garden (you can be the philosopher or the marquise). Would you be talking about alien life?

Another frequent flyer. I mostly like it for its connection to Brave New World. 

I do not like how Kerouac writes, but I enjoyed this book.