TITLE: Hopscotch
AUTHOR: Julio Cortázar
READ: June-July
THOUGHTS: I had a lot of fun reading this book. I think the second part in Argentina is better than the Paris part, which is a little too heavy on conversations about Mondrian or abstraction or something that probably was cool in the 60's but just seems a little lame to me now. Regardless, I enjoyed this book immensely and I think Cortázar is the fucking top dog and stuff, yeah. I think the 'experimental' aspect of this novel falls a little flat, though I did enjoy reading the expendable chapters after reading the 'main' text straight, they were like little morsels of narrative that sometimes were forgettable, sometimes very pleasing to me. The scene with the windows and the plank stands out for me in particular as a scene in fiction that I will probably never forget.
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