I’ve read more books. Written nothing worth posting but I’ve decided to experiment a bit with everything else instead. So that when I do write something it will blow your mind.
What have I read?
Well it was reading week a couple of weeks ago. So I went out and bought:
Naive. Super
Blindness
We
and two books by Che Guevara
Naive. Super. is a book about a 25 year old boy who hits the wall and has no idea why he’s doing what he’s doing. So he leaves uni, leaves home and hides out in his brother’s flat, making friends with a little boy and making tentative steps towards a girl. He is Holden Caulfield. He is actually Holden Caulfield. There’s the slightest of hints when he slips up and lets his anger show, but the rest of it is simple and flat and childish. The ending, for me, was perfect. Because it was nothing. And that’s how it goes. There’s the danger of being highly depressing but he keeps a frightened hold onto wonder that saves it. As a girl who is easily depressed, this cheered me. So I call it a success.
The Bolivian Diaries was fairly interesting. It is in no way amazing but that’s because Che Guevara died before he edited it all. So it’s kind of a pain to read. I had no idea what they were doing or why or where or how. However, he is funny and honest and it’s highly interesting if you are interested in that sort of thing. If by any chance you read it, skip Fidel Castro’s introduction. It was 30 pages long and was mostly DAMN YANKEES.
