When good people write bad books: Hiromi Kawakami’s Manazuru

Alright, here’s the thing: I kind of hated Hiromi Kawakami’s Manazuru; or, at least, I spent about 95% of my time with it being alternately irritated, bored, and exasperated. What’s wrong with it, you’re wondering? For me, pretty much everything, and I don’t think I can blame the translator (Michael Emmerich–I really admired his translation…

IFOA round-up and other bookish thoughts

I recently had the pleasure of watching China Mieville flex his over-large mental muscles at the International Festival of Authors. He informed me (not just me–I was in a room with a couple hundred others) that when bloggers apologize for not posting more frequently, he couldn’t give a shit–so I won’t apologize now. I’m not…