tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9410840.post-21746414861727849222008-04-07T13:43:00.000-07:002008-04-07T13:51:04.345-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/imageDB.cgi?isbn=9780679775430"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px;" src="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/imageDB.cgi?isbn=9780679775430" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I just finished rereading Murakami's <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/partner/25548/biblio/0679775439">The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle</a></span>, which is pretty great but I don't think matches up to some of his subsequent books. Before that was <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/partner/25548/biblio/0679767398">South of the Border, West of the Sun</a></span> (also by Murakami), and before that was a cool little comic book called <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/partner/25548/biblio/1891830848">Tales of Woodsman Pete</a></span>, by Lilli Carre. This morning on the train I started rereading Calvino's <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/partner/25548/biblio/0156453800">Invisible Cities</a></span>, which is just too good to be true. I'm hoping after that to start the Yiddish Policeman book, but who knows. <br /><br />-Sumanth Prabhaker, assistant fiction editorMatt Borondyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808239856224352060noreply@blogger.com