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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami
3.0

FIRST OF ALL: If you picked up this book thinking you were in for a Japanese Neverwhere, boy have I got news for you. Here it is. This book is nothing like what you're expecting, so forget that right now.

As for the rest, I slept on it and this is the conclusion I came to.

This book is like a vivid daydream — either so gripping that you forsake reality for it or so tedious that you have to already be bored to get into it. Really, I was invested in any character who was not named Toru Okada. He was a difficult main character to get behind.

SpoilerHonestly, when he was having his "final battle," I didn't feel like anything was at stake. It just was. If he lived or died, I really didn't care.


It was unexpectedly violent. Yes, I expected a little, but the clarity of the descriptions and the unrelenting brutality of the violent scenes were overwhelming. I cringed and had to put the book down for a few parts (especially around page 520; HOLY SHIT).

On the other hand, I also had to put the book down because I was so bored. There's a reason it took me several months to finish this one.

At the heart of the book, I feel like Murakami is trying to say something, but the whole point of him message is that everything gets convoluted anyway. We don't truly talk to each other — we just tell stories in the hopes that our real meaning gets across.

My final review: 10/10 for style, minus 5 points for overthinking.

I have a theory that helps me accept the ending more. It wasn't a let down, it was just ... empty. It didn't feel like a real ending, which I guess is okay.
Spoiler My theory is that Toru is not the one telling the story. Cinnamon is the author. After the revelation that May's letters went missing, I started thinking about how much the narrative relied on these intertwining stories. I'm pretty convinced the unreadable parts of the Wind-Up Bird Chronicle in the book are Cinnamon's own perceptions of the stories around them. They may be true or they may be untrue, they're just stories in the end.


I feel like I would understand the book more if I read it again, but I don't want to right now. I don't know if I ever will want to. And I guess that's okay.