Tag Archives: Peter John McLean

Lederhosen

“Mother dumped my father,” a friend of my wife’s was saying one day, “all because of a pair of shorts.” …is how Murakami’s “Lederhosen” starts out, and from the title and beginning it appears like it will be in Murakami’s signature style: unsettling, deadpan, ridiculous. Like Kafka drawn in crayon. It isn’t, however, it is […]

Litost

There is no English translation for litost. It is a Czech word, and if Milan Kundera says there is no English translation for it, well then I would be a fool to try and find one myself. I trust Milan; he’s one of the smartest guys I’ve read. He’s also one of the most introspective […]