A review by ilovegravy
Men Without Women: Stories by Haruki Murakami

3.0

There’s something about Murakami that I cannot but hate. Is it that he knows how to put in words feelings that even my mind is unable to grasp. Is it that he speaks about these feelings while I choose to stand by “You don’t know what you don’t know”. Is it that he indirectly forces you to acknowledge your deeply-hidden presumptions that I am in a constant denial of.

I don’t know how I feel about this book but it surely made me annoyed, dispirited and somewhat incredibly bitter to never have felt the way I wouldn’t have wished upon anyone.