I think this deserves a separate post (update: which, ended up very long, so beware). Well, at least because I read three books of the same author in a row (not that they were too long, but not short either), and I feel hungry for more. So, apart from bragging, I wanted to share my feelings towards them. The three were: The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, Norwegian Wood, and Kafka on the Shore. Actually, some time ago, on a flight to Tokyo I read another one, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, but it was very different. Even at that time I thought that I liked the style of the writing. A memoir, funny, witty, interesting, with a deep philosophy (unexpectedly deep for a book centred on running, a sport). Something happened back then (I guess, life), and I didn’t follow up on my plans, so here I am, more than a year after – moving post-its to “In Progress” and “Done” and feeling very happy about it. Okay, time for me to start making sense.
People who look normal and live a normal life – they’re the ones you have to watch out for.
All three books talk about people who found themselves in certain difficult conditions (I guess, which is not so surprising for literature). What differs the books from the rest of what I read or seen so far – the amplitude. None of the difficulties are extreme, none of them lead to drama. They start off very calm, they progress slow, they unwind and, eventually, they end (with a definite end, but not necessarily what you can call a happy one). The stories might become very dark for a few moments, however, this peace never leaves them. They remind me of Miyazaki’s movies, same pace – never too slow, never too fast, just right pace.
I don’t know – maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one the world is this logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it’s all hit-or-miss macaroni cheese.
Talking to cats, meditating in deep dark wells, relieving violent historical episodes, mixed with regular visits to the dry-cleaner, cooking spaghetti or listening to The Archduke Trio by Beethoven – this all, at least to me, seems very natural. Please don’t run away from me now 🙂 I mean, there are things in those books, which aren’t exactly normal, by all means. But for me, most of them seem very natural, as if the world actually works that way, as if we live our lives that way. Maybe, it’s just my inner child that still wants to meet Totoro 🙂 Either way, one more trait to emphasize – music. I think, the author loves music very much. Only someone who does can describe it that well. After Norwegian Wood, my playlist enriched with The Beatles, which although I listened from time to time, but never really loved (don’t tell me I am just getting old:). After Kafka – with the trio mentioned before (and more pieces are there to discover, actually people took care and assembled the list of mentioned music, so it’s easy to find it now :).
Just remember, life is a box of chocolates.
It definitely is. And some chocolates are very very delicious, like those three books. I am very grateful to Mr. Murakami for writing those. If I read more (and I hope I do), and if I’ll be in the mood for another hyper-post, I’ll share the updates with you. For now, ciao. Have a lovely weekend.