Still Life with Woodpecker.

I've decided since I've started posting reviews occasionally, I should post them in one place. So this is it.

Wow. I mean, like, wow. I really liked Villa Incognito, as you know, and thought it rocked my mind about life, government, and idealism. I had not seen anything yet. Still Life pumps up the sex, the philosophy, and keeps elements of mysticism and fantasy (though perhaps not as much as Cognito). At times (namely, part II), I felt like I was reading porn. His treatment of sex was mostly tasteful, but it pushed right at the border. But unlike Villa, in which he told a bit of an actual fable, this was a modern fairy tale. Princesses and pyramids, but most of the fantasy was merely in the minds of the characters and their eccentricities. But it affirmed some of my beliefs, refuted others, and explained some thoughts that had been on the tip of my mind in words I am incapable of. Basically, it really did make me think about what's important, which is a lessen I am learning more than any other on exchange. The importance of love, new experiences, travel, discussion (about anything and everything) as well as listening and generally just enjoying the soundscape as it unfolds around you, comic books, and sleepovers. To quote the book, learning the difference between "a life acutally lived and a wimpy shadow cast on an office wall."

And Tasse, the last part destroyed me with reasons you should read this book.

I am not saying everything in it is true or even not silly. But I think that's the point.