Weekly "what are you reading" Thread #65

!germs did this ping work or not because I edited oh well here u go again sweaties

I barely remember anything about Murakami books except for this Murakami parody post:

Nestled in the bed with Yukiko I remembered the good rock and roll folk lyrics of Bob Dylan and what they meant. "I don't know the good Bob Dylan words" said Yukiko. "I am in middle school and have different kinds of records." Her boobs looked like the boobs of a regular age woman but smaller. "You made the spaghetti so perfect," she said. "It was because of your good understanding of the definition of al dente that you made it so good and since you played the perfect Handel record as well on your record player." I thought about the Ghost Hotel. Could I catch a cat inside of it? The idea clawed at my mind like a cat itself. Yukiko grimaced. "If you have s*x with a ghost inside the ghost hotel I'll mature into a woman and never see you again." It was true. I feared a phantom cat would take my perfect spaghetti away like so much cutty sark brand whiskey cutty sark the number one whiskey of me the character in this book. I trembled to think of it.

Oh yeah. The critic, Reich-Ranicki, was absolutely based and dramapilled. He was in the Warsaw Ghetto, managed to escape to England, worked as a spy for Soviet polish intelligence, was thrown out of the service and the party for not being commie enough, moved to West Germany and spent the rest of his life trolling Germoid intellectuals and highbrow authors to the point where a famous writer wrote an entire novel just to sneedpost about evil critic man. Absolute chad. Will compose an effortpost.

A foid and a boomer were fighting over whether his book was cheap porn or lit literature on their show

Ongoing discussion!

Which book?