So if you read that recent post on Kafka on the shore, you will know just how bad my finances have been. I discovered two new books out today by two authors I really like, and ofcourse was in no shape to buy either, each totting up at over 500 bucks.
The first one is The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana by Umberto Eco, that master writer of the Name of the Rose. Here is an interesting review in the Post-Gazette that explains how the novel subverts the theme of a man creating literature from his memories into one of a man trying to recreate his lost memory and therefore his self from the literature that he has read.
The second one is John Irving's new release, Until I find you. John Irving was once upon a time my absolute favourite. Now however I am a little more ambivalent about his writing. The World According to Garp remains one of my best novels, but he does tend to get a little repetitive in other books. This one has received fairly ambivalent reviews, with some critics slamming it for the excessive melancholy and length.
What did I pick up finally? A copy of Kafka's Metamorphosis, an author I have never read before despite the intellectual pretensions it bestows on the reader when seen with a copy. Besides, he was cheap at Rs. 125.