While not quite as fantastic as some of the other works, this small smart collection of stories is precious and succinct. I continue to be amazed at how Murakami draws you forward as a reader, wanting to read the next and the next page, even when seemingly so little is happening. The details are little little lamps along the road of shared humanity, familiar and encouraging, faulty and reassuring.
Ed Rothstein's done it again, by way of paying tribute to the work we all do in museums and by way of thorough honest and throught provoking analysis of something happening in a museum -- in this case the Jewish Museum in Berlin.
His review is pretty scathing. Overall, I agree. But that's not really the point, more Rothstein's a teacher.
Basically, Rothstein says the museum sucks and that there are better sites in Berlin that serve as memorials, such as the site-specific Memorial for the Burning of the Books. Read this:
...the potency of the underground “Bibliotek” memorial built in the mid-1990s on the Bebelplatz, where the Nazis held a book burning in 1933, consigning thousands of volumes to the flames. The memorial’s creator, Micha Ullman, knew he couldn’t reproduce the magnitude of th…