Cait Recommends
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Bad Nature – Ariel Courage
It was all undifferentiated, days stretching into years that had no meaning beyond what comes of accrual. No part of childhood prepares you for the ceaseless noise of adulthood. Continue reading
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The South – Tash Aw
It’ll probably be you who regrets it, he answers in the same breezy tone. Continue reading
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The Veiled Woman – Anais Nin
She has to live in a sexual atmosphere even when she feels nothing. It is her climate. Continue reading
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The Skating Rink – Roberto Bolano
The colour of the knife blade matched the colour of the ice. Continue reading
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Bamboo Palace – Christopher Kremmer
Even during the war Vientiane had been a soporific city, utterly out of touch with the war that that slowly and inexorably was destroying the old order, supplanting it with a morbid legacy. Continue reading
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Pigeon – Patrick Süskind
This eye, a small, circular disc, brown with a black centre, was dreadful to behold. Continue reading
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Kappa – Ryunosuke Akutagawa
“Me? I’m an Übermensch”, Tok declared proudly. (Well, a direct translation would be more like Überkappa). Continue reading
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A Little Lumpen Novelita – Roberto Bolaño
Then a sigh of relief would escape my throat. I would gasp and smile as if I had just risen from deep waters, out of air, oxygen tanks empty. Continue reading
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Shantaram – Gregory David Roberts
The impression was of a plodding, indefatigable, and distant past that had crashed intact, through barriers of time, into its own future. I liked it. Continue reading
