yesterday i went to the bookstore to find a book. that’s the approach i have to take when going to the bookstore here, because the english section is (understandably) not so large and if i scout out a particular book, i’ll most certainly not find it (unless it’s a recent bestseller, perhaps).
it’s kind of like netflix in that sense. the swedish version of netflix has a ton of movies, but basically you cannot go to the site and say, ‘oh i want to watch you’ve got mail.‘ because they will not have ‘you’ve got mail.’ or anything else you search for. ever. i have absolutely never searched for a movie and found it on that site. better to peruse about till something strikes your fancy.
so while browsing at the bookstore, i happened upon nightwoods by charles frazier. i wrote a previous post on his novel cold mountain, which i love. love. it’s honestly one of my favorite books – up there with alice in wonderland. i think i was only vaguely aware of his novel nightwoods. or maybe not even. maybe i just know the two words seperately and then together they sound familiar to me. anyway, i read the first page (you can tell *a lot* by the first page of a book) and decided that this would be my next read.
epigraph to the book:
you can’t even cross a river
without having to pay a toll
there’s such a mood to that. despondency.
i’m going to stockholm for a visit on thursday, so i’ll probably finish it on the train ride. more to come later..!