![]() ![]() You might also refer to the uncomfortable frequency with which his female characters are merely life rafts for his anguished male ones to make it safely back to shore.īut all of that could describe, say, Goethe, too, and it would take far graver disqualifiers than these to taint the feeling that lingered with me for days after I read "Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki," a feeling of having experienced some extreme vividness, some extreme force of emotion. If you wanted to make the case that Murakami is a fraud, you would start there, and then move on to the constant sense of enigma that's thrown out in his work (a useful summary of his plotting might read, "Who knows if this was actually just a dream?"), and rarely answered for. For such a quiet stylist to be so meaningful to so many people, I thought, he must be churning up deep waters - or else he must be giving in to their penny yearnings, the intellectual teenager's Stephenie Meyer, a fantasist of early love, early doom, early death wishes. That's not a book, it's a Drake album, and as I read Murakami's sincere, soft-spoken story, there were moments when I remembered this popularity and felt disconcerted. ![]()
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