I loved it, the useless but beautiful descriptions, the isolation, and pursuit for beauty. How the search for something real loops around to disconnection, and how dramatic the book was in an unironic way. Its theme of obsession and its witty writing. The long monologues of Richard for pages and pages sucks you in, and the book overall fills me with a feeling I can't describe. The melancholic atmosphere of the book and the void of the person Richard is, always stuck in his head, chasing the idea of things rather than facing reality.
by ElectricCompass
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Just here for the suggestions! Murakami feels this way sometimes if you can move past the abysmal writing of women characters.
The Recognitions – William Gaddis. It’s quite the commitment at nearly 1000 pages.