A review by mantaman0a
What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, Haruki Murakami

4.0

The self-effacing clarity is endearing, but towards the end I began to understand why people who have read other Murakami books talk about existential despair after reading his stuff. There's a sort of desolation that seeps into his writing that I would much rather ignore, because I read to feel inspired and illuminated, rather than to depress myself about how life is sad, meaningless, and we will all die in the end.