August reading

August is always work-heavy, so no wonder I read so little. But I'm now happily embarked on Kafka on the Shore, in translation and hardcover, an absolute find from the neighbourhood Front Lawn Library. Evidently Murakami isn't someone's cup of tea, but he seems to be mine. Or Kafka does. I like it better than the emotionally phthistic narrator of Hitsuji, who enervates in both English and Japanese.

( Cut for insignificance )