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A review by dawndeydusk
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
reflective
medium-paced
3.75
I enjoyed this, I really did, though it left me wanting more. I'm looking forward to reading more of Murakami's works, and I'm glad to have started with Norweigan Wood. Dripping with nostalgia and jarring jumps in time like lapses in memory, you know there's an inevitable doom from the beginning, like a deep, cavernous well in the middle of a field.
Murakami's protagonist asks, "What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?" (10). He asks, "How many Sundays—how many hundreds of Sundays like this—lay ahead of me? (199). The gist, I think, is that death anchors life. Grief reels us in and spits us back out like a wave: unprepared, though we've been walking the shore longer than we know.
Murakami's protagonist asks, "What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?" (10). He asks, "How many Sundays—how many hundreds of Sundays like this—lay ahead of me? (199). The gist, I think, is that death anchors life. Grief reels us in and spits us back out like a wave: unprepared, though we've been walking the shore longer than we know.