I read a review of Haruki Murakami's new book After the Quake and thought, well, that sounds pretty good, so I drove over to Barnes and Noble this morning and asked about it. It seems it isn't being released until the 13th. So, OK, I ended up this afternoon at Walden Pond, a (what else?) used book store and found a copy of Murakami's third book, A Wild Sheep Chase, published in 1990, and thumbed through a few pages. Inside the front cover someone had placed the torn bottom of a Chronicle horoscope, Aquarius and Pisces, no date. The first few paragraphs of A Wild Sheep Chase read well, a translation, of course, but tasty stuff.
So we'll see. My last attempt at a Japanese novel, Banana Yoshimoto's np is sitting on the desk beside my bed, half read. Not a bad book, one I bought at the library donated book store near the office in hardback for $5, bought because you have to buy a book by an author named Banana Yoshimoto just as you have to take a look at the work of an artist with a name like Judy Chicago. Nothing against Banana's book, by the way. I was somewhat suspicious from the picture on the cover: young, long haired, very pretty, more than enough to put you on guard, but it's an interesting read. I'm the problem, have been the problem for the last two decades. Something, right or wrong, has made me stop.
Which brings us back to the undated horoscope. Fate took some trouble today to deliver it into my hands:
PISCES (February 19-March 19)
Saturn, currently in your money house, is supposed to build spiritual values. (Surely you've heard that love is at the root of everything and money won't buy it?) But here's one you may not know. A consortium of lucky planets is offering you a kind of second chance - possibly a payoff for past achievements. Stand up, take a bow - then pass the hat.
Always run with a good prediction. Saturn? Who can say about Saturn?