Ex Libris Kirkland

Ex Libris Kirkland is my entirely self-centered way to keep track of what I read, what I like, and what I want to remember.


Recently Quoted

  • Yet what was time, when you got right down to it? We measured its passage with the hands of a clock for convenience’s sake. But was that appropriate? Did time really flow in such a steady and linear way? Couldn’t this be a mistaken way of thinking, an error of major proportions?

    an excerpt from Killing Commendatore, written by Haruki Murakami in 2018

  • As I gazed at my reflection I wondered, Where am I headed? Before that, though, the question was Where have I come to? Where is this place? No, before that even I needed to ask, Who the hell am I?

    an excerpt from Killing Commendatore, written by Haruki Murakami in 2018

  • There was room by her on the couch, and once or twice, at Hartlebury, he had ventured so to seat himself. On the present occasion, however, he could not do so without placing himself manifestly on her dress. She would have known how to fill a larger couch even than that,—as she would have known, also, how to make room,—had it been her mind to do so. So he stood still over her, and she smiled at him. Such a smile! It was cold as death, flattering no one, saying nothing, hideous in its unmeaning, unreal grace. Ah! how I hate the smile of a woman who smiles by rote!

    an excerpt from The Small House at Allington, written by Anthony Trollope in 1864

Recently Noted

  • On the other hand, I really enjoyed the discussions of painting. That was great, actually.

    an note about Killing Commendatore, written by Haruki Murakami in 2018

  • Characters in this book cannot have a conversation without repeating each other.

    - Repeating each other?

    Yes, they sound like an echoey canyon.

    - You think they sound like echoes.

    Yes, like a broken record. It's eye-rollingly common.

    an note about Killing Commendatore, written by Haruki Murakami in 2018

  • Oh man - what a slog. There's enough of Murakami's strengths here to keep me moving through this - the quiet realism of daily life, the mysterious almost magical realism. But just barely! The rest felt like a padded pastische of Murakami. The same beats: disaffected, toneless single guy whose personal life blew up. Records (some jazz, mostly classical here). Spending time in a hole in the ground. Gnomic teenage girl. Wacky spirit guide. Lots of cooking. And I enjoy those plot points pretty well, but the actual writing got so.... slow...

    an note about Killing Commendatore, written by Haruki Murakami in 2018

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