(21/12) - I had originally been planning to pick up Europe Central after I had finished Hard Rain Falling. I had been looking forward to staring the book so much that, when Europe Central arrived in my letterbox, I had considered putting down Hard Rain Falling all together. However when it was time to start the 800(?) page tome, I felt genuinely intimidated. So, now Im reading 150 pages of Che Guevara's diary and its pretty fun.
I usually, very intentionally, stay very far away from anything even remotely Che Guevara related. His name and image have been so totally commodified that it genuinely makes me grieve a little on his behalf. Old men in bars like to tell me I look like him every time I wear a beret (I don't... sorry). Aside from that, I'm not really a leftist and find people who are quite annoying. THAT BEING SAID, everything I've heard about Che Guevara (the man not the T-shirt) has been really cool. A notion that the first 20 pages of the Motorcycle Diaries has confirmed.