waiting for the barbarians
j.m. coetzee
coetzee, as always, writes a book short and full, elegant and complex, potent and poignant.
coetzee, as always, writes a book short and full, elegant and complex, potent and poignant.
maybe it’s just because i haven’t read this book in a long time, but i didn’t really feel like i had any idea of where this movie was going. it was fun, and still worth seeing — just unfocused.
i’m not really sure how i feel about the way murakami explicitly lays out at the end all the existential questions this book implicitly raises throughout its course. still, a fun and interesting read.