Read/reading: Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami.
This… didn’t impress me. I think that’s the first time I’ve said that in a while. I suspect part of it comes from the inevitable postcolonial reading you have to give this book - it’s horribly racist, and not in the sense where it’s satirising or highlighting the racism of others. There are still gripping moments, and the key moments regarding the (metaphorical) darkness of people’s psyches are still strong, but I suspect there’s a reason why people generally consider Apocalypse Now to have superseded the material upon which it’s (loosely) based.
In retrospect, I could have given this one a miss.
High hopes for Murakami. Either that, or Casey’s horribly wrong about everything.