Book: Kangaroo Notebook

by Kobo Abe. As everyone can tell, I've been reading an awful lot of books these last couple of weeks, but I must say that Kangaroo Notebook is the single strangest thing I've read in a loooooong time. The morning after being offered a raise for coming up with the vague idea of marketing a "kangaroo notebook," the narrator wakes up with radish sprouts growing out of his legs. The narrator goes to a dermitologist who immediately sends him into surgery. When surgery (or whatever happens during that time) is over, the narrator is pushed out onto the street on his gurney with a prescription to go soak in a sulfur hot spring. The narrator, still attached to his IV and catheter, is towed to a canal where he sent afloat into the underworld where he meets a woman who LOVES drawing blood, almost gets into a fist fight with his dead mother, develops a creepy attraction to a demon child whose elementary school troop builds towers out of stone.

Recommend: The narrator snacks on himself throughout the story. His bed becomes his friend and follows him around like a dog or a horse. Of course I recommend.