A review by jayisreading
First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami

mysterious reflective medium-paced

1.5

This was an underwhelming collection of short stories from Murakami. Even the usual whimsy that we so often encounter his works was hardly apparent in First Person Singular, maybe with the exception of one short story, which happened to be the only story that really stuck out to me as interesting (”Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey”).

What connects all of these short stories is that they’re all told from the perspective of an adult man, often contemplating time—especially the past. There is a nostalgic quality to this collection as the man in each story muses about elements of his life that would trigger a particular memory, which, in the grand scheme of things, is pretty classic of Murakami.

The lack of depth in these stories made this a quick read. I didn’t feel that I wanted to dwell on any of these stories very much, either because it was just uninteresting to me or it irked me to no end. ”Carnaval” is probably the best example of this irksome state; it was really unnecessary to fixate on “ugly” women... though, I guess I shouldn’t expect very much from Murakami, considering his history of how he writes women.

Overall, I’d say this collection is a pretty poor example of Murakami’s craft in short story writing. I admittedly wasn’t expecting much, since I wasn’t a huge fan of his previous collection, but this was just downright disappointing.
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