I’d been meaning to read Murakami’s works for a long, long time. It is only when my dear CRWR lady told me:
“You write UNBELIEVABLY like Murakami.” - When I began to dig deeper.
It is the strangest thing when I read words that are so completely alien to the tangible world, yet as though I myself could have conjured them, as though in some surreal way, an old guy in Japan and this kid (some decades later) in the Pacific Northwest had always been thinking about the same things ….
- surrealism in an urban landscape
- juxtaposition of objects (sheeps and pinball machines)
- “small” lives and their purposelessness
- disconnected, apathetic narrators
- regular descriptions of eating and drinking, music and movies
- blending elements of Western literature with Eastern culture
- relationships and loss
- LOSS LOSS LOSS
- Murakami and jazz music, I and my Robert De Niro films
But of course any avid reader should feel as though the book had been written solely for them. And I am - instead of actually doing work - comparing myself to Murakami.
“I can think what I want as many times as I want. This could be the 72,001st time, but what’s wrong with that? As long as I’m alive, I can think what I want, when I want, any way I want, as much as I want, and nobody can tell me any different.”
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(Source: murakamiquotes)
