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Kafka on the Shore
by Haruki Murakami
Text-based drug-addled trip.
The imagery at the forest drew me in - I genuinely felt like I was Kafka, walking deeper into the thicket, invisible eyes following me as leaves close in on me.
The phenomenon of coincidence is portrayed brilliantly. I was holding on the edge of my seat whenever these instances occur. "Would they meet now?" "Are these things related?" I kept asking myself.
But I still don't understand why Nakata's point of view was written in the past tense, versus Kafka's in the present tense. Perhaps Nakata's POV is narrated by another character in the story - Hoshino? - because they Whereas with Kafka, his journey hasn't ended yet.
My only concern, as with Norwegian Wood, is Murakami's woman representation. It's like all he can see in women are their boobs. But Kafka on the Shore was published in 2002, Norwegian Wood in 1987; I wonder if his more recent works portray women better?
Overall: 4 stars.
The imagery at the forest drew me in - I genuinely felt like I was Kafka, walking deeper into the thicket, invisible eyes following me as leaves close in on me.
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Hoshino and Nakata's final moments were so fucking painful. Hoshino's silent meltdown got to me, maybe because I got attached to the old man too. Nakata's chapters were always a fun read, maybe even more than Kafka's.The phenomenon of coincidence is portrayed brilliantly. I was holding on the edge of my seat whenever these instances occur. "Would they meet now?" "Are these things related?" I kept asking myself.
But I still don't understand why Nakata's point of view was written in the past tense, versus Kafka's in the present tense. Perhaps Nakata's POV is narrated by another character in the story - Hoshino? - because they
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"lived to tell the tale."My only concern, as with Norwegian Wood, is Murakami's woman representation. It's like all he can see in women are their boobs. But Kafka on the Shore was published in 2002, Norwegian Wood in 1987; I wonder if his more recent works portray women better?
Overall: 4 stars.