A review by ladybugwrites
Kafka på stranden by Eiko Duke, Yukiko Duke, Haruki Murakami

Did not finish book. Stopped at 61%.
whilst i think i do like Murakami's writing style (or at least how it's been translated), I don't necessarily think I like Murakami. This is the first one I've tried, and maybe I'll try another one and see if I like it more, but I think that maybe Murakami isn't for me. 

The novel is a plotless story of self discovery, easily seen with the main narrator being a 15 year old kid on the run, but his story is not fascinating or exciting and it's mostly ruled by some weird fetish of wanting to sleep with women and then thinking/hoping they're actually family?? The sexual parts of this book were completely unnecessary and very oedipus-esque in a bad way. Maybe Freud would like this book. 

The parallell story that follows along this one is more interesting. I like cats and I would love to be able to talk to cats. And the files on the incident that left Nakata as he was are way more interesting than anything else but almost felt irrelevant by the point I got to. I wanted more of that. 

In the end, despite all the things I know the book is trying to be, the only thing it accomplished for be was being boring with a few exciting things here and there that made me continue in hopes there would be more of them. It kinda sucks because I was hoping to like Murakami (despite his way of writing female characters) because I think he's important to world literature, but alas, it didn't work out between us.