This was my third book by Mr Murakami 1Q84, I enjoyed but I don t think I will be recommending it to anyone Then came Norwegian Woods which I loved and have recommended to many friends But Kafka on the Shore held a special place in the hearts of my friends who have read Murakami This seems to be their favourite So I went into this with high expectations, and Mr Murakami did not disappoint Story starts with th Surreal Poignant Magical Weird And a classic Murakami from beginning to end.
This was my third book by Mr Murakami 1Q84, I enjoyed but I don t think I will be recommending it to anyone Then came Norwegian Woods which I loved and have recommended to many friends But Kafka on the Shore held a special place in the hearts of my friends who have read Murakami This seems to be their favourite So I went into this with high expectations, and Mr Murakami did not disappoint Story starts with the divulgence of a high profile investigation that happened in second WW Fast forward five decades and we are introduced to Kafka Tamura, a 15 year old, who runs away from his family to find the truth about himself Few chapters after we met our second main character Nakata, a simpleton who talks to cats After his retirement, Nakata survives by finding lost cats for people because of his special abilities Even though they are miles apart from each other, and yet their story so intricately woven that it is hard to comprehend where one starts and the other ends For me, this was the weirdest magical realm that I have ever read Fishes falling from the sky, talking to cats is there a word for being able to talk to cats , a man obsessed with the idea of creating a flute with the souls of cats, a man killing another man while the killer got away spotless, it was someone else woke up with a bloodied shirt miles away I am sure any other time I would have DNFed something this weird but Mr Murakami put a spell on me and I kept turning pages The desire to knowabout Kafka and Nakata and how their story entwines was too much Just like 1Q84 and Norwegian Woods, Murakami tells us a lot about music and books through his characters Whenever I read him I end up searching authors and musicians I love how he uses these two in his stories.
So much happened in this book yet I will remember this book for its serenity and dreamlike story Though he didn t give us a conclusion here but I think this is the best way to end it I don t think a perfect ending is possible for this story There will always behows and buts , so it s better to let reader to create their own conclusion for this one.
A challenging but also an amazing read I feel compelled to say something about this right now, simply for the fact that I have seen a lot of Murakami bickering on goodreads over the years, and it has done nothing but increase in frequency in the moments leading up to, during, and beyond the release of his mammoth novel 1Q84, meaning the last couple o months I guess I just feel a need to state my case for the man, since he seems severely divisive in this striking way Sure, I could certainly compose a lengthy list of love or hate wr I feel compelled to say something about this right now, simply for the fact that I have seen a lot of Murakami bickering on goodreads over the years, and it has done nothing but increase in frequency in the moments leading up to, during, and beyond the release of his mammoth novel 1Q84, meaning the last couple o months I guess I just feel a need to state my case for the man, since he seems severely divisive in this striking way Sure, I could certainly compose a lengthy list of love or hate writers I ve witnessed throughout my stint on this website, but Murakami is one of the dudes who seems to catch oddly equal amount of rapturous praise and sneering vitriol When one considers reading his work and attempts to decide whether or not to invest the time based solely on the thoughts others have shared here on this website, it must make the head do some Exorcist spins It has been nearly a decade since I first jumped into Murakami s world, and the majority of my readings of his works were conducted in the rapid fire process which ensued almost immediately after my cherry popper, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle Having always been a classics sorta girl, occasionally dipping into beat and dystopian works, it was a strange experience to approach something so far removed from what I was accustomed to appreciating I loved it, thoughpassionately loved it at the time, and stuck with him over the years as a consistent replacement for the dreams that I do not ever remember having Like, ever I find myself increasingly disappointed by the Murakami I read, though, and I m not sure if that is a matter of growing out of him, or simply reading his best works first, and his lesser works after.
However, this is a great book As I recall I will continue to note it as a favorite if only for the fact that at the time, I felt something stirring in my subconscious which had previously been silently stewing He manages to orchestrate a veritable dance of imagery with his bizarro story lines, and he is pretty insightful on the subject of dark emotional landscapes in his stilted, very Japanese way This is a great book I want people to love him and his novels as much as I do In fact, I want to still love his novels as much as I remember that I did when first exposed to them I did read one of his short stories muchrecently, though, Tony Takitani and I definitely found it to be a haunting and ethereal seance of death fears, lost loves, and regret which reminded me of all those big, intangible emotions type o thangs that made me love his work way back when I was a drunken, reckless, irresponsible art school kid who had barely just evacuated her mother s birth canal and spent most of her time poor, painfully morosely hungover, clutching a cigarette in her fixer stinking hand while muttering various cynicisms to herself, and perpetually wondering what the fuck she was doing about anything and everything Alright, almost everything I just said still applies, but at least I acknowledge it now Basically, I should reread his works and reconsider my perspective I doubt I will ever do that, though I m sorta fond of my fond memories of fondness All the same, if you read this or similar novels by him and think they suck, don t give me grief about it I remember him in that way in which you recollect a lover who may have been a horrible match, but treated you well enough to warrant an occasional what if type of idealized bullshit reminiscence I m glad I read him when I did, but I must confess that as soon as I held a hard copy of 1Q84 in my hands, made note of the necessary time commitment, and considered the number of books of equal length that I desperately want to read, I just knew that Murakami and I were basically through I will still go in for the occasional quickie, but I just don t think I m ready to settle down with him and get serious again That was then and this is now Know what I m sayin He s still a wonderful storyteller, though I hope that if you two have yet to meet, it s under the right circumstances when you do He s a lovely fella Kafka on the Shore Is Powered By Two Remarkable Characters A Teenage Boy, Kafka Tamura, Who Runs Away From Home Either To Escape A Gruesome Oedipal Prophecy Or To Search For His Long Missing Mother And Sister And An Aging Simpleton Called Nakata, Who Never Recovered From A Wartime Affliction And Now Is Drawn Toward Kafka For Reasons That, Like The Most Basic Activities Of Daily Life, He Cannot Fathom.
As Their Paths Converge, And The Reasons For That Convergence Become Clear, Haruki Murakami Enfolds Readers In A World Where Cats Talk, Fish Fall From The Sky, And Spirits Slip Out Of Their Bodies To Make Love Or Commit Murder Kafka on the Shore Displays One Of The World S Great Storytellers At The Peak Of His Powers From The Trade Paperback Edition.
Kafka on the Shore is a metaphor It follows no rules, it doesn t adhere to reason, and applicability is not an issue It fills you up, it tears you down A fugue of emotions are present, you can t seem to figure out which of the many different realizations flooding you is most important Waves roll up again and again on the beach of your consciousness and at first you resist, but after a while you understand that your struggle is pointless, so you give in You read, you feel, you try to underst Kafka on the Shore is a metaphor It follows no rules, it doesn t adhere to reason, and applicability is not an issue It fills you up, it tears you down A fugue of emotions are present, you can t seem to figure out which of the many different realizations flooding you is most important Waves roll up again and again on the beach of your consciousness and at first you resist, but after a while you understand that your struggle is pointless, so you give in You read, you feel, you try to understand, you try to make sense And you know what You love it I don t think I can adequately get the gist of a Murakami experience on a goodreads review It s something else, something you have to experience for yourself I will try, but I know I shall fail You have to realize that reading Murakami requires a unity of perception and feeling I can try to make you understand certain concepts found in the book, but I will fall short on the sensory part Murakami s strength is the feeling he wraps around his teachings He s a surrealist painter, a musician, an oddity that weaves consciousness with pop culture and makes it work People say his works are easily accessible yet elegantly complex, I whole heartedly agree His style is so rich and resonant that it can dabble into lunacy without any sort of urgency He isn t regulated in any way, a writer free from normative paradigms and moral constraints He s pretty strange, but trust me, it s awesome the way he writes Okay, I m gonna stop myself here All I m going to say is try it, experience it See for yourself This novel is shared between two people s inter connected tales of self discovery A damaged fifteen year old named Kafka, an illiterate and magical old man named Nakata, one fleeing from something, the other searching, one looking forward, the other looking back, one with a bright future ahead of him, the other with a dark past Two very different people, yet their fates are intertwined by something so inconspicuous As I said, Murakami hurls many different things at you at break neck speed He can talk about fate one minute, then drop it and talk about imperfection the next It s kind of messy at times, but the cumulative effect is still pretty solid It s like he s packing everything in a mumble jumble of thoughts that confusion is a constant But when you sift through his words, you find that your confusion isof feeling than an actual state of mind You understand him perfectly, but you can t put into words the emotion inside you Stunning is I think the closest word possible to describing it For me, though, the thing that stood out the most was his ode to time Most things are forgotten over time Even the war itself, the life and death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past We re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away They remain with us forever, like a touchstone Time is an important concept It is correlated to love and memory, two other topics that are central in Murakami s points You see, some people when they find love and are at their happiest, they want to freeze time and live in that moment forever But what they have to know is that a moment alone will lose all meaning The present is useless without both the past and future You cannot appreciate something without knowing how you got there nor understanding that something will come out of it The past gives a history, the future a possibility Time is thing of beauty Life without it is like air, you exist but you are stagnant and boring With it, it is like the wind, moving, dancing, flowing into the unknown But not only that, time makes love possible, because love takes time Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back That s part of what it means to be alive But inside our heads at least that s where I imagine it there s a little room where we store those memories A room like the stacks in this library And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases In other words, you ll live forever in your own private library Aside from love, time also makes one important thing possible Memories If you remember me, then I don t care if everyone else forgets It allows us to store things inside our minds so that we can cherish them as long as we can It permits us to remember those that have been, those that build up who we are Because each person is shaped by the cumulative memories that he or she makes Whether they may be happy or painful or boring, they mold us into who we are Identity is slowly transformed over time, with our memories playing a vital role Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions You change direction but the sandstorm chases you You turn again, but the storm adjusts Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn Why Because this storm isn t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you This storm is you Something inside of you So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn t get in, and walk through it, step by step There s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones That s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades People will bleed there, and you will bleed too Hot, red blood You ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive You won t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over But one thing is certain When you come out of the storm you won t be the same person who walked in That s what this storm s all about Our identity, no matter how much time and memories change it, some part of it will stay the same There are things that are unchangeable, things that will make you look into the past and see the same thing now But, there are things that we purposely hold on to that hurt us, things that we hide in us and contain through time Things that we can let go of, but we don t, even if it is painful A time will come when you will have to let go In everybody s life there s a point of no return And in a very few cases, a point where you can t go forward any And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact That s how we survive As long as there s such a thing as time, everybody s damaged in the end, changed into something else But if that happens, you ve got a place you can retrace your steps to Retrace your steps to A place that s worth coming back to As I finish this review, I m very excited Yes, I know that I ve got my memories to look back to, but what I m excited about are those memories that haven t been made yet The future is ahead of me, I ve got time on my hands The possibilities are endless There are two reasons as to why I chose Kafka on the Shore as my first Murakami s novel 1.
The name Kafka in the title unconventional and erudite 2.
There are cats in this book and they talk and I love Cats unconventional criteria Hence my journey began into Harukis s surreal world of inebriating storytelling that has surely made me addictive I was completely clueless as to what to expect from this novel and I am glad that I was, since contrariwise the subsequent experience I had wouldn t have There are two reasons as to why I chose Kafka on the Shore as my first Murakami s novel 1.
The name Kafka in the title unconventional and erudite 2.
There are cats in this book and they talk and I love Cats unconventional criteria Hence my journey began into Harukis s surreal world of inebriating storytelling that has surely made me addictive I was completely clueless as to what to expect from this novel and I am glad that I was, since contrariwise the subsequent experience I had wouldn t have been that much fulfilling and magical It s a common belief that when you read a book you not only read but live the characters and story within and since we have that much privilege then why not extend our geographical boundaries to a state of fantasy where anything and everything is possible Kafka on the Shore provides you exactly that One might feel being lost in a reverie and if you take a break from that you might ask yourself, OK What the hell am I reading But you go back to it like an adamant lover to his beloved Such books are heavy on a reader s mind and have its after effects too One start vying forandand begin questioning a lot many things because after all Truth is the source of most Fiction This novel doesn t come up as wholly solely metaphysical but a blend of reality and philosophy with supernatural by that I mean, not all characters in this book are abnormal, but abnormality is also a reality for many so that it remains at an acceptable level of fiction The theme constitutes of 2 worlds here, that of the living and of the dead and how both are connected to each other It transfers you to some hypnotic state where you protest every sense of reason inside your head and go with flow of haruki s stream.
The only minor gripe I have is with its ending simply because it doesn t seem like an end Murakami leaves it to reader s imagination as to what might have happened to Kafka after everything he went through read Oedipus myth , but when the protagonist is a 15 year old boy and have his whole life ahead one can t simply say and he lived happily ever after I wouldn t have mind reading hundredpages to know about Kafka s future life.
Well leaving that apart, I loved this book and also I love how he brings mesmerizing music into his works and treat it with respect and dignity which I feel are the kind of recommendations on his part to his readers because undeniably music has a powerful effect on human lives.
And I know after having read two of his novels, I am going to love all his works inspite of their flaws because sometimes such surrender is pure bliss What I think is this You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow Haruki Murakami Kafka on the ShoreThere are few writers very few writers, whose worlds I love to inhabit Woolf is one of them so too is Joyce, Chekhov another, as are Dickens, Twain, Proust and Tolstoy I can now add to that list, Haruki Murakami As I ve stated before, I was late to the the Murakami banquet, but once I arrived I was treated to a maganificent feast, andWhat I think is this You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow Haruki Murakami Kafka on the ShoreThere are few writers very few writers, whose worlds I love to inhabit Woolf is one of them so too is Joyce, Chekhov another, as are Dickens, Twain, Proust and Tolstoy I can now add to that list, Haruki Murakami As I ve stated before, I was late to the the Murakami banquet, but once I arrived I was treated to a maganificent feast, and now I have been treated to the main course Kafka on the Shore Kafka is one of the most delicious meals I have ever been served If I could, I would give this magnificent book six stars.
Kafka on the Shore is nearly perfect.
Kafka on the Shore is a beautifully told story about needing to let go and step out of your own reality in order to find out that life is meant to be lived Leading us on the journey of self discovery is fifteen year old Kafka Tamura We join Kafka on his journey from runaway to enlightened being Our other guide is Mr Nakata, who lives half in this world and half in a world not of his choosing At the same time, we meet a whole lot of other people who lack self awareness, living on the fringe of society and what a colorful cast of characters it is There is Oshima, who lives on the edge of genders We meet Hoshino, whose eyes are opened to what he can be thru his interactions with Mr Nakata, and who escapes his dead end reality and grows into a new one And lastly, Miss Saeki who has chosen to live in the pastthan the present.
Kafka on the Shore is a profoundly spiritual exploration of life, who we love, and the choices we make in life Murakami introduces us to Zen and Buddhist philosophies, with a little Hinduism thrown in for good measure Kafka on the Shore would make a terrific companion piece to Thomas Merton s Zen and the Birds of Appetite and The Wisdom of the Desert.
There is much to love in Kafka on the Shore Like most brilliant pieces of literature, it was difficult to leave the world Murakami created Kafka on the Shore will resonate with me for years to come Rarely has a book satisfied me on so many levels Definitely a page turner Once you start, you just keep on reading Well, why do we stop reading a book I think we can group the reasons into three 1 Natural work, eat, toilet, eyes are tired, other distractions, etc 2 Boredom the book or its part is boring and 3 Need to Digest sometimes I read a phrase or an idea and it is either hard to understand so I read several times or too beautiful that I want it to sink in and I want to remember it forever.
For my first Haruki Murakami bo Definitely a page turner Once you start, you just keep on reading Well, why do we stop reading a book I think we can group the reasons into three 1 Natural work, eat, toilet, eyes are tired, other distractions, etc 2 Boredom the book or its part is boring and 3 Need to Digest sometimes I read a phrase or an idea and it is either hard to understand so I read several times or too beautiful that I want it to sink in and I want to remember it forever.
For my first Haruki Murakami book, Kafka on the Shore, I could not put it down because there is never a boring part especially the first third and on a lesser degree, the second third I was expecting the last third to be the part where he should give the conclusion tie up the many loose ends All the while, that was the part where I though I should see his utter brilliance He did not He chose to let all ends hang loose.
So, when I closed the book, I was groaning in front of my daughter What That s it Ganun na lang baSo, I said, hmmm 3 stars Then I remembered what Doris Lessing wrote in her introduction to The Golden Notebook that if a novel is not open for interpretation, it is a boring novel What makes a story interesting is if it open for interpretation and theinterpretations, the better.
I am giving this a 5 star But this book is not for everyone If you are the type who asks questions like so what happened to this character why was he like that where did he come from how did this happen what is the connection of this and that Then don t ever lay your hand on this Murakami masterpiece Stick with your John Grisham or Dean Koontz thrillers where everything is explained thoroughly to please your rationale mind Most readers are like you anyway That s why those books selland they are always there occupying shelves and shelves of your nearby second hand bookstore.
Murakami, just like other literary masters, does not write to please He seems not care about public reading preference but he puts in brilliance in his work and it is up to the readers to appreciate his talent When I awoke, I realized I had slept through the night But had it been a dream or not It was impossible to tell I got up, took a shower, brushed my teeth and shaved, paying special attention to my neck When my face was again smooth and slightly pink from the razor, I went into the kitchen for breakfast.
I washed down an English muffin and jelly with two cups of strong black coffee, no sugar added, and walked out onto the balcony The sun was still creeping higher in the sky, struggling to bre When I awoke, I realized I had slept through the night But had it been a dream or not It was impossible to tell I got up, took a shower, brushed my teeth and shaved, paying special attention to my neck When my face was again smooth and slightly pink from the razor, I went into the kitchen for breakfast.
I washed down an English muffin and jelly with two cups of strong black coffee, no sugar added, and walked out onto the balcony The sun was still creeping higher in the sky, struggling to break through a heavy bank of clouds It looks like a rather gloomy day, I said to no one in particular I don t know about that, a voice said to my left.
I turned to see a small gray tabby cat, lounging on the next balcony over Even without a sunbeam to sleep in, he seemed to already be enjoying what promised to be another gray, humid day Oh, hello, I said, slightly surprised I had never seen this cat before I thought I knew all of the cats around here Where did you come from Who can say replied the cat I go where I want to, when I want to I don t like to think about such things It s how I prefer to live my life I see, I replied Well, what is your name It is easier for me to speak to you if I know your name I don t have a name, the cat said Why should I I don t need one Well if you don t mind, I will call you Princess Sparkles, I said If that makes things easier for you, though I am a boy, the cat said, yawning lazily You seem altogether too concerned with formalities for such an early morning Why so serious I studied Princess Sparkles with interest He was a very astute judge of character Or at least mood You re right, I said I have been thinking of a strange dream I had last night and I am not sure I understand what it was all about Would you like to hear about it If you like, Princess Sparkles said We cats aren t much for dreams Our lives are so very interesting that we don t have much use for letting our imaginations wander during sleep Well it was very strange, I said And it did involve cats In the first part of the dream, I was a teenage boy, recently run away from home due to a possibly abusive father After traveling solo for several days, I came across a quaint little library operated by an odd man and a woman who seemed very familiar She reminded me of my mother, but then again, maybe she didn t I was never quite sure on that score I never knew my mother, interjected Princess Sparkles, stretching out a paw to bat at a passing ant The odd man liked to talk about philosophy a lot, and music, and pencils, but a lot of that went over my head When things got really obtuse was when he took me to an isolated cabin in the woods, where I started having vivid sexual dreams and visions of another world Sounds fascinating, said the cat, eying a small squirrel crossing the telephone wire I haven t had much use for sex, either, but not having balls might have something to do with that As if to illustrate his point, Princess Sparkles quickly shifted position, stretching a leg over his head, and began to lick his crotch Go on, he said, looking up at me I m still listening Well, I continued, in the other part of my dream, I was this old man who was a bit slow witted I could still talk to cats, but I couldn t read I was actually looking for a lost cat when I met an evil man who liked to kill cats quite brutally, cutting them open while they were still alive It was quite horrific We do have our enemies, Princess Sparkles said, again looking up from his washing Some people find us threatening I suppose it is because we don t let them boss us around like mere dogs So anyway, I killed this evil man, who was a product mascot, even though I didn t recognize him, not being a whiskey drinker, and then passed out, but when I woke up, there was no blood I tried to tell the police but they wouldn t listen to me But then I felt compelled to leave town, and hitched a ride with a truck driver who took me a couple towns over We didn t do too much along the way but I knew I had to keep looking for something The guy was really quite nice and interesting Eventually we found that same library, and I talked with the woman and man, but the boy wasn t there I wasn t sure if that was because he was another version of me or maybe because he was at the cabin It was all very confusing Like having nine lives, I bet Princess Sparkles eyed me angrily That is a myth, he said When I die, I am just as dead as you People just say cats have nine lives to justify their ill treatment of us That s probably true, I told him Lots of people don t like to think about the pain and suffering of others, especially animals Continuing my dream, my truck driving friend found what we were looking for, which was this big rock, but I didn t really understand that part The man from Kentucky Fried Chicken helped him Colonel Sanders was also a pimp and set the truck driver up with a beautiful college student who quoted Hegel Come to think of it, there were other sex parts in the dream that I forgot to mention Quite a few, actually I continued my story, gazing out again at the overcast sky The truck driver had to turn over the rock, which I think was the door to the underworld or limbo Meanwhile, as the boy, I visited the underworld and met the ghost of the lady who worked at the library, even though she was still alive previously, or maybe not, because she was old and young at the same time I left the strange place and in the other part of the dream, the truck driver turned over the rock again There was a bunch of stuff about a painting, a UFO, song lyrics, jazz, time travel, a slug monster, war, death and memory too, but those parts are slipping away, even now I took a deep breath Suddenly I feltexhausted than I ever had in my entire life What do you think it means I asked, turning to the cat.
Princess Sparkles had fallen asleepIt s not something you can get across in words The real response is something words can t express There you go,Sada repliesExactly If you can t get it across in words then it s better not to try Even to yourselfI askYeah, even to yourself,Sada saysBetter not to try to explain it, even to yourselfFacebook 30 Day Book Challenge Day 28 Last book you read.
Few books have infected me with boredom induced ADD, the desire to gnaw my own foot off at the ankle, and the state of mind you might experience if forced to sit upon a nest of hornets while watching your home being burglarized, but this was one of them It took me until page 70 to stop wanting to hop up and rearrange the spice cupboard or my sock drawer every few sentences, but then the feeling returned at page 243 Only 224 pages to go From then on, my hatred and resentment of this book progr Few books have infected me with boredom induced ADD, the desire to gnaw my own foot off at the ankle, and the state of mind you might experience if forced to sit upon a nest of hornets while watching your home being burglarized, but this was one of them It took me until page 70 to stop wanting to hop up and rearrange the spice cupboard or my sock drawer every few sentences, but then the feeling returned at page 243 Only 224 pages to go From then on, my hatred and resentment of this book progressively grew like a dead cow bloating in the heat Kafka on the Shore is a mess It is such a mess that it makes my six year old son s post playdate bedroom look like Buckingham Palace Loosely based on the Oedipus myth, and taking some obvious inspiration from Catcher in the Rye, this book seems to be littlethan a random hodgepodge of ideas held together with pipe cleaners and raspberry jam There was so much to hate about this book Here are just a few things 1 Boring, unnecessary descriptions that do nothing to further the story of what people are wearing, what Kafka likes to do during his workout, what he decides to eat, what he is listening to on his Walkman, and so on I wouldn t have been surprised to read a monologue from Kafka along the lines of When I wipe my arse, I like to use just four squares of toilet paper, no , no less I count them out one, two, three, four Then I fold the length over once, and again Equipped now with the perfect, handheld quilt, I wipe in a single, expert, sweeping motion front to back Examine the paper to determine whether I need to repeat the process However, I would add that this is only if the paper is two ply For one ply paper, I need a minimum of eight sheets, but only if they are of high quality If not of high quality, the boy Crow reminds me, Remember, you ve got to be the toughest 15 year old on the planet 2 The gratuitous cat torture scene Johnnie Walker him off the whiskey bottle has to cut the hearts out of living cats and eat them so that he can collect cat souls to make a special kind of flute There is no freakin point to this scene whatsoever we never hear about Johnnie or his cat flute again.
3 The annoying way characters Oshima in particular deliver sermons about philosophy, art, literature and classical music It took me right out of the story tangled mess though it was and smacked of Look at me aren t I clever 4 The screechy preachy scene with the feminist caricatures in the library.
5 Hate to be ungroovy or whatever but I just couldn t stand any of the sex scenes, particularly with Miss Saeki, the 50 something librarian who gets it on over and over again with the 15 year old protagonist even though he and she both know she might be his long lost mother Excuse me while I go mop the vomitus off of my living room wall.
After the first 100 pages I thought that I might end up giving this book three stars Another 100 pages on, I decided two stars By page 331 I decided one star, and by the end of this frustrating, pretentious, and completely unsatisfying book, I felt like I d squandered so much of my precious life reading this pile o doo doo that I didn t want to give it even one star However, since Mr Murakami knows how to spell or at least, I m assuming he does since this is a translation I will relent In the end, love or loathing of a book is entirely subjective, and scores of critics loved this one As for me, I feel that if I d wanted to find meaning in a random jumble of junk, I would have hadluck going to the thrift store and sifting through the bric a brac box than wasting time on Mr Murakami s brain omelette second read thoughts I thought I d get a better understanding for this story the second time around, but I m still lost in a world full of questions I know that s partly the author s intent though I feel like I m going to drive myself crazy if I keep trying to make sense of what this book is trying to achieve I think that s kind of the point though This book isn t trying to achieve anything, it s one of those books where the reader is left to decide what the book ultimately does Which make second read thoughts I thought I d get a better understanding for this story the second time around, but I m still lost in a world full of questions I know that s partly the author s intent though I feel like I m going to drive myself crazy if I keep trying to make sense of what this book is trying to achieve I think that s kind of the point though This book isn t trying to achieve anything, it s one of those books where the reader is left to decide what the book ultimately does Which makes this an eveninteresting experience, because everyone comes out of it with something different first read thoughts This was definitely an interesting read I feel like I will have to read it again for everything to fully make sense, but I was surprised by how easy this book was to follow I also loved the writing style I will definitely be givingbooks by Haruki Murakami ago in the future