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挪威的森林
我在怎麼也睡不著的夜裏想起直子的各種姿勢。不可能不想起來。因為在我心中實在積存了太多關於直子的回憶，而這些回憶正一一想撬開任何一點點的縫隙往外鑽出來。我實在無法壓制阻止這些的奔騰而出。
我想起她在那雨天的早晨，穿著黃色雨衣打掃鳥舍，搬運飼料袋的光景。想起那形狀倒塌了一半的生日蛋糕，和那夜把我的襯衫都哭濕的直子眼淚的感觸。對了，那一夜也下著雨。冬天裏她穿著駝毛大衣走在我身旁。她總是夾著髮夾，總是用手摸著那髮夾。並以澄澈透明的眼睛注視著我的眼睛。穿著藍色長袍彎曲雙膝把下顎搭在那膝蓋上。
就這樣她的印象像漲潮的海浪般一波又一波地向我沖來，把我的身體沖往奇怪的地方去。在那些奇怪的地方，我和死者一起活著，在那裏直子是活著的，跟我交談，或者也曾經互相擁抱過。在那些地方，死並不是終結生的決定性要素。在那裏死只不過是構成生的許多要素之一。直子包含著死而依然在那裏繼續活著。而且她對我這樣說。
「沒關係喲，渡邊君，那只不過是死噢，你不要介意。」
我想起她在那雨天的早晨，穿著黃色雨衣打掃鳥舍，搬運飼料袋的光景。想起那形狀倒塌了一半的生日蛋糕，和那夜把我的襯衫都哭濕的直子眼淚的感觸。對了，那一夜也下著雨。冬天裏她穿著駝毛大衣走在我身旁。她總是夾著髮夾，總是用手摸著那髮夾。並以澄澈透明的眼睛注視著我的眼睛。穿著藍色長袍彎曲雙膝把下顎搭在那膝蓋上。
就這樣她的印象像漲潮的海浪般一波又一波地向我沖來，把我的身體沖往奇怪的地方去。在那些奇怪的地方，我和死者一起活著，在那裏直子是活著的，跟我交談，或者也曾經互相擁抱過。在那些地方，死並不是終結生的決定性要素。在那裏死只不過是構成生的許多要素之一。直子包含著死而依然在那裏繼續活著。而且她對我這樣說。
「沒關係喲，渡邊君，那只不過是死噢，你不要介意。」
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First published September 4, 1987
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Haruki Murakami
627 books134k followersHaruki Murakami (村上春樹) is a Japanese writer. His novels, essays, and short stories have been best-sellers in Japan and internationally, with his work translated into 50 languages and having sold millions of copies outside Japan. He has received numerous awards for his work, including the Gunzo Prize for New Writers, the World Fantasy Award, the Tanizaki Prize, Yomiuri Prize for Literature, the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award, the Noma Literary Prize, the Franz Kafka Prize, the Kiriyama Prize for Fiction, the Goodreads Choice Awards for Best Fiction, the Jerusalem Prize, and the Princess of Asturias Awards.
Growing up in Ashiya, near Kobe before moving to Tokyo to attend Waseda University, he published his first novel Hear the Wind Sing (1979) after working as the owner of a small jazz bar for seven years. His notable works include the novels Norwegian Wood (1987), The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994–95), Kafka on the Shore (2002) and 1Q84 (2009–10); the last was ranked as the best work of Japan's Heisei era (1989–2019) by the national newspaper Asahi Shimbun's survey of literary experts. His work spans genres including science fiction, fantasy, and crime fiction, and has become known for his use of magical realist elements. His official website cites Raymond Chandler, Kurt Vonnegut and Richard Brautigan as key inspirations to his work, while Murakami himself has named Kazuo Ishiguro, Cormac McCarthy and Dag Solstad as his favourite currently active writers. Murakami has also published five short story collections, including First Person Singular (2020), and non-fiction works including Underground (1997), an oral history of the Tokyo subway sarin attack, and What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (2007), a memoir about his experience as a long distance runner.
His fiction has polarized literary critics and the reading public. He has sometimes been criticised by Japan's literary establishment as un-Japanese, leading to Murakami's recalling that he was a "black sheep in the Japanese literary world". Meanwhile, Murakami has been described by Gary Fisketjon, the editor of Murakami's collection The Elephant Vanishes (1993), as a "truly extraordinary writer", while Steven Poole of The Guardian praised Murakami as "among the world's greatest living novelists" for his oeuvre.
Growing up in Ashiya, near Kobe before moving to Tokyo to attend Waseda University, he published his first novel Hear the Wind Sing (1979) after working as the owner of a small jazz bar for seven years. His notable works include the novels Norwegian Wood (1987), The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994–95), Kafka on the Shore (2002) and 1Q84 (2009–10); the last was ranked as the best work of Japan's Heisei era (1989–2019) by the national newspaper Asahi Shimbun's survey of literary experts. His work spans genres including science fiction, fantasy, and crime fiction, and has become known for his use of magical realist elements. His official website cites Raymond Chandler, Kurt Vonnegut and Richard Brautigan as key inspirations to his work, while Murakami himself has named Kazuo Ishiguro, Cormac McCarthy and Dag Solstad as his favourite currently active writers. Murakami has also published five short story collections, including First Person Singular (2020), and non-fiction works including Underground (1997), an oral history of the Tokyo subway sarin attack, and What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (2007), a memoir about his experience as a long distance runner.
His fiction has polarized literary critics and the reading public. He has sometimes been criticised by Japan's literary establishment as un-Japanese, leading to Murakami's recalling that he was a "black sheep in the Japanese literary world". Meanwhile, Murakami has been described by Gary Fisketjon, the editor of Murakami's collection The Elephant Vanishes (1993), as a "truly extraordinary writer", while Steven Poole of The Guardian praised Murakami as "among the world's greatest living novelists" for his oeuvre.
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September 29, 2016
Twenty Revolutions
The birthday I feared most was my 20th.
For people older than me, the most significant birthday was their 21st.
But when the age of legal adulthood was reduced to 18, turning 21 no longer had the same significance it once had.
Before then, you could be conscripted into the armed forces at 18, but you could not drink alcohol until you turned 21.
So, if you were old enough to die for your country, surely you were old enough to have a drink?
Either way, turning 20 for me meant that I had ceased to be a teenager, a group of people linked only by the fact that their age ended in the suffix “-teen”, but still it felt special not belonging to the grown up crowd.
On the other side of 20, you emerge from university (if you’ve been lucky enough to go there) and dive straight into full-time employment, maturity, responsibility, expectations and adulthood.
Suddenly, things are all a lot more serious, more permanent, less experimental, or this is how it seems.
Japanese-Style
Haruki Murakami writes about the Japanese experience in “Norwegian Wood”.
It’s set in the years 1968 to 1970, so it mightn’t be the same now.
However, it seems that the transition into adulthood is more demanding, more stressful.
It also seems that there are more casualties, more teenagers fail to make the transition and end up committing suicide.
Murakami writes about the transition almost like it’s a game of snakes and ladders.
You can climb into the future, success and normality, or you can slide into darkness, failure and death.
Well, Well
Murakami’s protagonist, Toru Watanabe, pictures the darkness as a well-like abyss early in the novel when he recounts the events of a day he spent with the girl he longs for, Naoko.
“I can describe the well in minute detail. It lay precisely on the border where the meadow ended and the woods began – a dark opening in the earth a yard across, hidden by grass. Nothing marked its perimeter – no fence, no stone curb (at least not one that rose above ground level). It was nothing but a hole, a wide-open mouth…You could lean over the edge and peer down to see nothing. All I knew about the well was its frightening depth. It was deep beyond measuring, and crammed full of darkness, as if all the world’s darknesses had been boiled down to their ultimate density.”
As a teenager, Toru’s life had been fairly innocuous, he had been playing in a meadow compared with the thicket that awaited him in the future.
But first he had to avoid the well in making the transition.
As his friend Reiko says in another context:
“She and I were bound together at the border between life and death.”
There is a sense in which we have to negotiate the boundaries as safely as we can, to cross the border and close the gap.
If we are lucky, we can do it together.
Unfortunately, not everybody is destined to make it into the forest and out the other side.
Vanishing Act
The overwhelming feel of reading “Norwegian Wood” is one of being in a blank, dream-like, ethereal world.
Although Murakami describes people, surroundings and objects with precision, it all seems other worldly, as if everybody lives and breathes in a world beyond this world.
There is a sense that at any moment, it could all disappear, that it might all just be part of some cosmic vanishing act.
Even if we make it through, we might turn around and discover that some of our friends haven’t been so lucky.
Talking about My Generation
Most of the action in the novel is dialogue, the characters talking about themselves and their relationships.
They are preoccupied with themselves, introspective and self-centred.
They converse, they play folk songs on the guitar, they write letters that are later burned.
Nobody makes anything that will last, other than perhaps themselves and the relationships that are able to survive into adulthood.
They struggle for permanence, when everything else around them is ephemeral.
Even their memories fade.
In the “frightful silence” of the forest, Naoko asks Toru:
“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
Of course, he responds that he will, although 20 years later, he finds that his memory “has grown increasingly dim.”
“What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.”
To which he adds, “Because Naoko never loved me.”
“Norwegian Wood”
The Beatles song features throughout the novel.
It’s a favourite of Naoko’s and Reiko plays it frequently on her guitar.
For much of the novel, the lyrics could describe Toru’s relationship with Naoko and his other love interest, Midori:
“I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.”
There is a sense of sadness in the sexual subject matter of this novel, almost as if it's been written in a minor key.
Reiko sums up the Beatles pretty accurately, “Those guys sure knew something about the sadness of life,” she says, before adding, “and gentleness”, almost as an afterthought.
She Never Loved Me
I love all of this talk of love and longing and loss and loneliness and labyrinths (all the “L” words).
Not everybody feels the same, though.
You should have heard my wife, F.M. Sushi, when she noticed my tears and stole a look at what I was reading.
“Why don’t these people just stop moaning and get a life. Can’t they just grow up, for chrissake. Everybody’s responsible for their own orgasm.”
Then she flicked the book back at me across the room, adding defiantly (and defeating my prospects that night in one fell swoop), “Especially you.”
I pick up the book, find my place and resume reading where I left off (page 10), equally defiantly, and aloud...“Because Naoko never loved me.”
My wife turns her back on me as I snicker at her lack of understanding of my gentle side.
Growing Up (How Strange the Change from Minor to Major)
Still, a few hundred pages later, I am stunned by her prescience.
Toru grows up in Murakami’s delicate hands.
He has to stop dreaming, he has to live in the present, he has to embrace the now that is in front of him, he has to love the one he’s with.
He has to distance himself from the past, so that it becomes just a lingering memory.
Reiko tells him:
“You’re all grown up now, so you have to take responsibility for your choices. Otherwise, you ruin everything.”
Midori (who he has ummed and ahhed about) tells him:
“...you, well, you’re special to me. When I’m with you I feel something is just right. I believe in you. I like you. I don’t want to let you go.”
In the pouring rain, she reveals to Toru she has broken up with the boyfriend that has prevented her from committing to him.
“Why?” he asks.
“Are you crazy?” she screams. “You know the English subjunctive, you understand trigonometry, you can read Marx, and you don’t know the answer to something as simple as that?
Then in a scene that could come straight out of "Casablanca", she says:
“Drop the damn umbrella and wrap both your arms around me – hard!”
How did F.M. Sushi know this would happen?
That Toru would grow up and get a girl, not just any girl?
That they would fall in love and not into a deep, dark well.
Still I prefer Murakami’s way of telling the story.
It always comes as a surprise the way he tells it, the change from minor to major.
What would my wife know of these things?
What I find mysterious, she finds obvious.
When I find the harbour hard to fathom, she appears to walk on water.
If you put her in a labyrinth, she would always find her way out.
Whereas sometimes I prefer to hang around and enjoy the experience of being down in the rabbit hole.
Mystified. Confused. Excited.
At least for a little wile.
Original Review: October 3, 2011
Audio Recording of My Review
Bird Brian once initiated a Big Audio Project, where Good Readers record and publish their reviews. Unfortunately, BB deleted his page after the amazon acquisition of GR.
My recording of this review was my first contribution. You can find it on SoundCloud here:
http://soundcloud.com/inksterpop/soun...
The birthday I feared most was my 20th.
For people older than me, the most significant birthday was their 21st.
But when the age of legal adulthood was reduced to 18, turning 21 no longer had the same significance it once had.
Before then, you could be conscripted into the armed forces at 18, but you could not drink alcohol until you turned 21.
So, if you were old enough to die for your country, surely you were old enough to have a drink?
Either way, turning 20 for me meant that I had ceased to be a teenager, a group of people linked only by the fact that their age ended in the suffix “-teen”, but still it felt special not belonging to the grown up crowd.
On the other side of 20, you emerge from university (if you’ve been lucky enough to go there) and dive straight into full-time employment, maturity, responsibility, expectations and adulthood.
Suddenly, things are all a lot more serious, more permanent, less experimental, or this is how it seems.
Japanese-Style
Haruki Murakami writes about the Japanese experience in “Norwegian Wood”.
It’s set in the years 1968 to 1970, so it mightn’t be the same now.
However, it seems that the transition into adulthood is more demanding, more stressful.
It also seems that there are more casualties, more teenagers fail to make the transition and end up committing suicide.
Murakami writes about the transition almost like it’s a game of snakes and ladders.
You can climb into the future, success and normality, or you can slide into darkness, failure and death.
Well, Well
Murakami’s protagonist, Toru Watanabe, pictures the darkness as a well-like abyss early in the novel when he recounts the events of a day he spent with the girl he longs for, Naoko.
“I can describe the well in minute detail. It lay precisely on the border where the meadow ended and the woods began – a dark opening in the earth a yard across, hidden by grass. Nothing marked its perimeter – no fence, no stone curb (at least not one that rose above ground level). It was nothing but a hole, a wide-open mouth…You could lean over the edge and peer down to see nothing. All I knew about the well was its frightening depth. It was deep beyond measuring, and crammed full of darkness, as if all the world’s darknesses had been boiled down to their ultimate density.”
As a teenager, Toru’s life had been fairly innocuous, he had been playing in a meadow compared with the thicket that awaited him in the future.
But first he had to avoid the well in making the transition.
As his friend Reiko says in another context:
“She and I were bound together at the border between life and death.”
There is a sense in which we have to negotiate the boundaries as safely as we can, to cross the border and close the gap.
If we are lucky, we can do it together.
Unfortunately, not everybody is destined to make it into the forest and out the other side.
Vanishing Act
The overwhelming feel of reading “Norwegian Wood” is one of being in a blank, dream-like, ethereal world.
Although Murakami describes people, surroundings and objects with precision, it all seems other worldly, as if everybody lives and breathes in a world beyond this world.
There is a sense that at any moment, it could all disappear, that it might all just be part of some cosmic vanishing act.
Even if we make it through, we might turn around and discover that some of our friends haven’t been so lucky.
Talking about My Generation
Most of the action in the novel is dialogue, the characters talking about themselves and their relationships.
They are preoccupied with themselves, introspective and self-centred.
They converse, they play folk songs on the guitar, they write letters that are later burned.
Nobody makes anything that will last, other than perhaps themselves and the relationships that are able to survive into adulthood.
They struggle for permanence, when everything else around them is ephemeral.
Even their memories fade.
In the “frightful silence” of the forest, Naoko asks Toru:
“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
Of course, he responds that he will, although 20 years later, he finds that his memory “has grown increasingly dim.”
“What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.”
To which he adds, “Because Naoko never loved me.”
“Norwegian Wood”
The Beatles song features throughout the novel.
It’s a favourite of Naoko’s and Reiko plays it frequently on her guitar.
For much of the novel, the lyrics could describe Toru’s relationship with Naoko and his other love interest, Midori:
“I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.”
There is a sense of sadness in the sexual subject matter of this novel, almost as if it's been written in a minor key.
Reiko sums up the Beatles pretty accurately, “Those guys sure knew something about the sadness of life,” she says, before adding, “and gentleness”, almost as an afterthought.
She Never Loved Me
I love all of this talk of love and longing and loss and loneliness and labyrinths (all the “L” words).
Not everybody feels the same, though.
You should have heard my wife, F.M. Sushi, when she noticed my tears and stole a look at what I was reading.
“Why don’t these people just stop moaning and get a life. Can’t they just grow up, for chrissake. Everybody’s responsible for their own orgasm.”
Then she flicked the book back at me across the room, adding defiantly (and defeating my prospects that night in one fell swoop), “Especially you.”
I pick up the book, find my place and resume reading where I left off (page 10), equally defiantly, and aloud...“Because Naoko never loved me.”
My wife turns her back on me as I snicker at her lack of understanding of my gentle side.
Growing Up (How Strange the Change from Minor to Major)
Still, a few hundred pages later, I am stunned by her prescience.
Toru grows up in Murakami’s delicate hands.
He has to stop dreaming, he has to live in the present, he has to embrace the now that is in front of him, he has to love the one he’s with.
He has to distance himself from the past, so that it becomes just a lingering memory.
Reiko tells him:
“You’re all grown up now, so you have to take responsibility for your choices. Otherwise, you ruin everything.”
Midori (who he has ummed and ahhed about) tells him:
“...you, well, you’re special to me. When I’m with you I feel something is just right. I believe in you. I like you. I don’t want to let you go.”
In the pouring rain, she reveals to Toru she has broken up with the boyfriend that has prevented her from committing to him.
“Why?” he asks.
“Are you crazy?” she screams. “You know the English subjunctive, you understand trigonometry, you can read Marx, and you don’t know the answer to something as simple as that?
Then in a scene that could come straight out of "Casablanca", she says:
“Drop the damn umbrella and wrap both your arms around me – hard!”
How did F.M. Sushi know this would happen?
That Toru would grow up and get a girl, not just any girl?
That they would fall in love and not into a deep, dark well.
Still I prefer Murakami’s way of telling the story.
It always comes as a surprise the way he tells it, the change from minor to major.
What would my wife know of these things?
What I find mysterious, she finds obvious.
When I find the harbour hard to fathom, she appears to walk on water.
If you put her in a labyrinth, she would always find her way out.
Whereas sometimes I prefer to hang around and enjoy the experience of being down in the rabbit hole.
Mystified. Confused. Excited.
At least for a little wile.
Original Review: October 3, 2011
Audio Recording of My Review
Bird Brian once initiated a Big Audio Project, where Good Readers record and publish their reviews. Unfortunately, BB deleted his page after the amazon acquisition of GR.
My recording of this review was my first contribution. You can find it on SoundCloud here:
http://soundcloud.com/inksterpop/soun...
April 3, 2026
“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
Norwegian Wood ~~ Haruki Murakami
WOW ~~ what a terrific read Murakami's Norwegian Wood is! I loved this book. Even without the presence of talking cats, hollow earth monsters, and dimensional shifting characters, Norwegian Wood is a magical read. Best of all, we still get those Murakami flourishes of The Beatles (obviously), references to THE GREAT GATSBY, a character or two with uniquely large penises, and cats of the non-talking variety.
RANDOM THOUGHT 1: How brilliant to build and structure an entire novel around two lines from a lyric ~~
I once had a girl
Or should I say she once had me
After reading many reviews here, I believe my take on Norwegian Wood to be quite different than most readers. This is Toru's story from start to finish. It is not the story of the love affair between Toru and Naoko as so many claim. Naoko, is a supporting character in Toru's journey as are Midori, Kizuki, Nagasawa & Reiko. I understand the fascination with Naoko, the doomed heroine we wish to save, but she is not the core of this story. The soul of this story is Toru ~~ we all wish we had a Toru in our life. It is Toru's journey we are embarking upon.
RANDOM THOUGHT 2: Norwegian Wood is Murakami's homage to THE GREAT GATSBY with Toru cast in the Nick Carraway role; this makes the others loosely cast ~~ Naoko is Daisy Buchanan, & Kizuki is Jay Gatsby. This would make Midori ~~ Jordan Baker, Nagasawa ~~ Tom Buchanan & Reiko ~~ Myrtle Wilson. It's not as far fetched as you are initially thinking.
OK ~~ let's move onto a proper review.
“What happens when people open their hearts?"
"They get better.”
Haruki Murakami ~~ Norwegian Wood
I found Norwegian Wood to be a beautifully optimistic book in the end. But it was a painful journey to arrive there. It is a wonderful book filled with some of Murakami's most beautiful prose. Our hero is Toru Wanatebe, a charming, honest, straight forward, no nonsense young man. Toru is perhaps Murakami's most easily identifiable lead character in all his books. Toru is wise beyond his years, a very deep thinker, and reads classic literature ~~ Mann, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. And he is very fucked up.
The story is told by Toru ~~ again, let me be clear on this. Norwegian Wood is the story of Toru's journey into adulthood; Norwegian Wood is not the love story of Toru and Naoko. To make it so limits what Murakami achieves ~~ and what he achieves is brilliant. Toru moves to Tokyo for his university studies because he wants to get away from a difficult event ~~ the suicide of his best friend Kizuki. Kuzuki's death has shattered Toru; his only way forward is to move on.
Naoko, the girlfriend of Kuzuki also comes to Tokyo for the same reason; a chance encounter one day brings them together. Toru is in love with Naoko but Naoko cannot love him back; she is broken. She is filled with a darkness that no one can penetrate. She isn't fighting demons; she is the demon.
Into this world comes Midori; she is the anti-Naoko ~~ fun, vivacious and full of life. But as with everyone else in this world, Midori is broken as well. Midori falls in love with Toru; but the road to love is filled with obstacles. They each struggle to keep their demons in check in this world built upon passion, grief, sex, denial, friendships and death ~~ lots of death.
Toru is increasingly torn by what he perceives to be his duty to Naoko and his feelings for Midori. The problem is that Naoko is incapable of love. She has never been able to love anyone. We do not learn the reason for Kizuki's suicide, but I believe it is due to Naoko's inability to love him. Kizuki has been devoted to Naoko his entire life; they grew up together. At 17, I believe he came to the realization that the love he felt for Naoko was not returned & never would be. To Naoko, their relationship was a game. Naoko does not have relationships, instead she plays games with the emotions of those who love her. Even her relationship with Reiko is built upon these games she plays.
Naoko is broken beyond repair, and she knows it. Yet she continues to play games with Toru. It will be many years before Toru realizes Naoko did not love him and was incapable of love; I'm sure he comes to realize Naoko's hand in Kizuki's death as well. Toru is the rock that so many build their lives on, and yet when with Naoko he becomes weak-willed and blue. She strings him along leading him to believe she desires him, but it is all a game. And there is always the ghost of Kizuki casting a shadow over the two of them ~~ a ghost that still haunts Naoko.
And there is Midori; she loves Toru, is available to him emotionally in a way that Naoko will never be, and best of all, she is not looking for a savior. If anything, Midori can save Toru. And yet Toru cannot commit to her. He is frozen. It is Toru’s indecisiveness that makes him live a life filled with drinking, casual sex, uneasy friendships, forced isolation, regret and melancholia. I told you Toru is fucked up.
Murakami, while emphasizing themes of death, love and disconnectedness, on Toru's journey, does not ignore the details Toru's day to day life as a university student. We journey with Toru to his classes, part time jobs and drinking at clubs with his only male friend, Nagasawa: we experience Toru's forays with casual sex and hookups and his inability to relate to the world around him. We feel the pressures on Toru to make choices at a young age. I loved Toru, wanted him as friend and was so angry at the poor choices he made along this journey.
Now, about that ending ~~ many of you who read Norwegian Wood have complained about the vagueness of the ending. I disagree. I think it was one of Murakami's clearest endings. Throughout Norwegian Wood, Toru never seems able to define himself apart from the people around him. He states himself that he is nothing special, possesses no special skills. He even describes his penis as ordinary. He's constantly the third wheel in his relationships ~~ Kizuki & Naoko, Naoko & Reiko, Nagasawa & Hatsumi. He tells stories about his roommate to impress people all the while never really telling anyone, including the reader much about himself. Toru defines himself by his perceived responsibility to be Naoko's emotional stability. With her gone, he's suddenly lost his purpose. The one thing he's been living for is gone and now he has to choose to move forward with his life as himself, not as Kizuki's friend, not as Naoko's lover, but as Toru. For the first time he must navigate the world as Toru. How liberating and terrifying it must be for him to be free from the past for the first time in his life. The subtlety of the ending perfectly reflects the delicateness and elusiveness with which Murakami renders this story of youth. He doesn’t wallow in the emotions but lets us feel Toru’s bewilderment as he approaches the crossroads of his life. Deceptively simple in terms of plot, the writing is so beautiful & the result is surprisingly affecting.
In the end, Norwegian Wood is a book which you can't help but loving. Murakami wins the reader over with abundant charm, echoes of youth, and a story we can all relate to.
Norwegian Wood ~~ Haruki Murakami
WOW ~~ what a terrific read Murakami's Norwegian Wood is! I loved this book. Even without the presence of talking cats, hollow earth monsters, and dimensional shifting characters, Norwegian Wood is a magical read. Best of all, we still get those Murakami flourishes of The Beatles (obviously), references to THE GREAT GATSBY, a character or two with uniquely large penises, and cats of the non-talking variety.
RANDOM THOUGHT 1: How brilliant to build and structure an entire novel around two lines from a lyric ~~
I once had a girl
Or should I say she once had me
After reading many reviews here, I believe my take on Norwegian Wood to be quite different than most readers. This is Toru's story from start to finish. It is not the story of the love affair between Toru and Naoko as so many claim. Naoko, is a supporting character in Toru's journey as are Midori, Kizuki, Nagasawa & Reiko. I understand the fascination with Naoko, the doomed heroine we wish to save, but she is not the core of this story. The soul of this story is Toru ~~ we all wish we had a Toru in our life. It is Toru's journey we are embarking upon.
RANDOM THOUGHT 2: Norwegian Wood is Murakami's homage to THE GREAT GATSBY with Toru cast in the Nick Carraway role; this makes the others loosely cast ~~ Naoko is Daisy Buchanan, & Kizuki is Jay Gatsby. This would make Midori ~~ Jordan Baker, Nagasawa ~~ Tom Buchanan & Reiko ~~ Myrtle Wilson. It's not as far fetched as you are initially thinking.
OK ~~ let's move onto a proper review.
“What happens when people open their hearts?"
"They get better.”
Haruki Murakami ~~ Norwegian Wood
I found Norwegian Wood to be a beautifully optimistic book in the end. But it was a painful journey to arrive there. It is a wonderful book filled with some of Murakami's most beautiful prose. Our hero is Toru Wanatebe, a charming, honest, straight forward, no nonsense young man. Toru is perhaps Murakami's most easily identifiable lead character in all his books. Toru is wise beyond his years, a very deep thinker, and reads classic literature ~~ Mann, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. And he is very fucked up.
The story is told by Toru ~~ again, let me be clear on this. Norwegian Wood is the story of Toru's journey into adulthood; Norwegian Wood is not the love story of Toru and Naoko. To make it so limits what Murakami achieves ~~ and what he achieves is brilliant. Toru moves to Tokyo for his university studies because he wants to get away from a difficult event ~~ the suicide of his best friend Kizuki. Kuzuki's death has shattered Toru; his only way forward is to move on.
Naoko, the girlfriend of Kuzuki also comes to Tokyo for the same reason; a chance encounter one day brings them together. Toru is in love with Naoko but Naoko cannot love him back; she is broken. She is filled with a darkness that no one can penetrate. She isn't fighting demons; she is the demon.
Into this world comes Midori; she is the anti-Naoko ~~ fun, vivacious and full of life. But as with everyone else in this world, Midori is broken as well. Midori falls in love with Toru; but the road to love is filled with obstacles. They each struggle to keep their demons in check in this world built upon passion, grief, sex, denial, friendships and death ~~ lots of death.
Toru is increasingly torn by what he perceives to be his duty to Naoko and his feelings for Midori. The problem is that Naoko is incapable of love. She has never been able to love anyone. We do not learn the reason for Kizuki's suicide, but I believe it is due to Naoko's inability to love him. Kizuki has been devoted to Naoko his entire life; they grew up together. At 17, I believe he came to the realization that the love he felt for Naoko was not returned & never would be. To Naoko, their relationship was a game. Naoko does not have relationships, instead she plays games with the emotions of those who love her. Even her relationship with Reiko is built upon these games she plays.
Naoko is broken beyond repair, and she knows it. Yet she continues to play games with Toru. It will be many years before Toru realizes Naoko did not love him and was incapable of love; I'm sure he comes to realize Naoko's hand in Kizuki's death as well. Toru is the rock that so many build their lives on, and yet when with Naoko he becomes weak-willed and blue. She strings him along leading him to believe she desires him, but it is all a game. And there is always the ghost of Kizuki casting a shadow over the two of them ~~ a ghost that still haunts Naoko.
And there is Midori; she loves Toru, is available to him emotionally in a way that Naoko will never be, and best of all, she is not looking for a savior. If anything, Midori can save Toru. And yet Toru cannot commit to her. He is frozen. It is Toru’s indecisiveness that makes him live a life filled with drinking, casual sex, uneasy friendships, forced isolation, regret and melancholia. I told you Toru is fucked up.
Murakami, while emphasizing themes of death, love and disconnectedness, on Toru's journey, does not ignore the details Toru's day to day life as a university student. We journey with Toru to his classes, part time jobs and drinking at clubs with his only male friend, Nagasawa: we experience Toru's forays with casual sex and hookups and his inability to relate to the world around him. We feel the pressures on Toru to make choices at a young age. I loved Toru, wanted him as friend and was so angry at the poor choices he made along this journey.
Now, about that ending ~~ many of you who read Norwegian Wood have complained about the vagueness of the ending. I disagree. I think it was one of Murakami's clearest endings. Throughout Norwegian Wood, Toru never seems able to define himself apart from the people around him. He states himself that he is nothing special, possesses no special skills. He even describes his penis as ordinary. He's constantly the third wheel in his relationships ~~ Kizuki & Naoko, Naoko & Reiko, Nagasawa & Hatsumi. He tells stories about his roommate to impress people all the while never really telling anyone, including the reader much about himself. Toru defines himself by his perceived responsibility to be Naoko's emotional stability. With her gone, he's suddenly lost his purpose. The one thing he's been living for is gone and now he has to choose to move forward with his life as himself, not as Kizuki's friend, not as Naoko's lover, but as Toru. For the first time he must navigate the world as Toru. How liberating and terrifying it must be for him to be free from the past for the first time in his life. The subtlety of the ending perfectly reflects the delicateness and elusiveness with which Murakami renders this story of youth. He doesn’t wallow in the emotions but lets us feel Toru’s bewilderment as he approaches the crossroads of his life. Deceptively simple in terms of plot, the writing is so beautiful & the result is surprisingly affecting.
In the end, Norwegian Wood is a book which you can't help but loving. Murakami wins the reader over with abundant charm, echoes of youth, and a story we can all relate to.
January 11, 2011
Before I begin may it be known that this was not my first Murakami. I read Kafka on the Shore and loved it. I read Wind-up Bird Chronicle and loved that too. So I got to thinking that maybe I should read the book that made him famous, the book that everyone in Japan is said to have read, that compelled Murakami to flee the country to escape the media attention. How disappointed I was when I finished. Also, I wrote this on iPad so the punctuation and capitalisation is off. I tried to fix all the auto correct but I may have missed a few.
The characters in this book are all loathsome. Toru Watanabe, the main character, is a self-pitying man looking back on his days at university in Tokyo during the student riots in 1969-1970 when he supposedly "fell in love". He attempts to paint himself as a "nice guy", deluded into believing himself to be honest and who has "never lied in his life" (an idea which is refuted several times in the novel. E.g. When midori asks him whether he slept with Naoko since and he replies "we didn't do anything" - yeah, 'cause people generally rub up naked against each other and give blow jobs to anyone and everyone. You know, that's nothing. Also, bottom of page 350. Yeah) which often came off as whiny whenever he "felt bad" over the fact that he was not self-entitled to screwing people over and actually felt guilt (although this guilt only tended to manifest itself awhile later when he actually got around to thinking about people other than himself). One of many puzzling traits was his insistence at naming every single book and song that he was reading/listening to despite most of them being easily interchangeable, replaceable and irrelevant seeing as they had no correlation whatsoever to the plot or character development (a few exceptions being the song 'Norwegian Wood' [obviously], Das Kapital in relation with the setting of the student riots and the time, and there was a part where Toru was comparing himself to "Jay Gatsby watch(ing) that tiny light on the opposite shore night after night" [although I cringed at the feeble struggle to relate this tacky soap-operatic tale of Toru's wuv for Naoko's body to a symbol signifying Gatsby's obsession to repossess and re-enact what has evolved into a doomed and glittering illusion and the idea that the dream has surpassed the real and is better experienced from a distance]). Seriously, the number of smug name dropping probably extended the book a few dozen pages and you would think that someone who read so much would have at least developed even the smallest amount of empathy but, for all I know, Toru Watanabe spent all his time reading with his eyes glazed over thinking and feeling sorry for himself that he has to feel guilt over using girls as rebound.
What was even more depressing about this book was that every single female character was weak and dependent. From I'm-pretending-to-do-the-tough-girl-act-but-in-a-cute-subservient-way Midori who is needy and whiny (she has reasons for being moody and throwing tantrums but there are absolutely no excuses for being cruel and manipulative which is what she does to win Toru's heart) to I-don't-love-you-but-you-want-sex-and-blowjobs-and-I-can't-say-no-to-men Naoko to I'm-so-independent-and-empowering-and-independent-but-I-have-a-"small stomach"-and-can't-eat-much-*coughi'minsecureaboutmyselfcough* Reiko. Midori, however, is the character who ticks the generic box of 'being different', a thin veil attempting to hide the fact that she is actually the fantasy girlfriend of lot of insecure men. She is cute, she is kinky, desperate to sexually please men, is interested in "fuck(ing) like crazy", she is friendly and social with a lot of people, she cooks good food, cleans and is a hard worker and shows that she can slavishly take care of men ie domestic goddess. "I'm looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortbread. And you stop everything you're doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortbread out to me. And I say I don't want it any more and throw it out the window. That's what I'm looking for." Are we supposed to find this endearing? Are we supposed to read this in wonder and awe and repeat to ourselves what Toru says afterward: "I've never met a girl like you"?
The thing is, it is in Murakami's style to present a lot of truisms and while in his other works, they are intertwined with the surreal in such a way that it doesn't matter whether they are huge generalisations or just really cheesy because they come from dreamlike layers echoing the absurd and the interior monologue of the character and so it isn't preachy, just something to think about. In Norwegian Wood, they are brash and blunt. The characters make sweeping and often blindly hypocritical and prejudiced assumptions disguised in the appearance of truth mostly about how they are so 'different' and everyone else are such boring sheep (in predictable hipster style: "liek omigod, i'm, liek, sooo unique and different?!?! Liek omigod, my tiny brain never thought of that!!!!") such as "never again would she have that self-centred beauty that seems to take its own independent course in adolescent girls and no one else". So ALL adolescent girls are all self-centred (sorry, self-centred beauty - like totally a compliment!!! *eyeroll*), huh, and Toru here wants US to think that HE is so exceptional when he manages to group half the population into (at one point) possessing a particular trait? There are a lot of "I don't know, I'm just a girl" moments but I reaaaaally don't want to have to open the book again and go look for them.
I could go on and on about how odious Naoko and Reiko were but this review is getting really long and all I've been talking about are the characters.
The plot, in all its boring and barely existing glory:
Toru Watanabe runs into Naoko, the girlfriend of Kizuki, his high school best friend (who had suicided a couple of years previous), and realises she has a hawt body. On her birthday he rapes (sorry, "makes love" to) her while she's distraught over Kizuki and she runs away to a mental asylum to get better. Toru whinges about loneliness. He meets Midori. Everything gets dragged out about how they are both sad and lonely. Toru visits Naoko at the asylum and meets her roommate, Reiko. Toru chooses Midori over naoko because she is a "real, live girl". Naoko commits suicide. Toru and Reiko fuck in her memory.
Half the book is whinge and whine, the other half objectifies women.
Positives:
1. Murakami writes beautifully. It's as simple as that. Norwegian Wood is what you would get if you stamped a picture of the ceiling of the Sistine chapel onto a pair of crocs.
2. My mum likes the Beatles song and I've also had the song stuck in my head since reading this book.
3. It's over.
The characters in this book are all loathsome. Toru Watanabe, the main character, is a self-pitying man looking back on his days at university in Tokyo during the student riots in 1969-1970 when he supposedly "fell in love". He attempts to paint himself as a "nice guy", deluded into believing himself to be honest and who has "never lied in his life" (an idea which is refuted several times in the novel. E.g. When midori asks him whether he slept with Naoko since and he replies "we didn't do anything" - yeah, 'cause people generally rub up naked against each other and give blow jobs to anyone and everyone. You know, that's nothing. Also, bottom of page 350. Yeah) which often came off as whiny whenever he "felt bad" over the fact that he was not self-entitled to screwing people over and actually felt guilt (although this guilt only tended to manifest itself awhile later when he actually got around to thinking about people other than himself). One of many puzzling traits was his insistence at naming every single book and song that he was reading/listening to despite most of them being easily interchangeable, replaceable and irrelevant seeing as they had no correlation whatsoever to the plot or character development (a few exceptions being the song 'Norwegian Wood' [obviously], Das Kapital in relation with the setting of the student riots and the time, and there was a part where Toru was comparing himself to "Jay Gatsby watch(ing) that tiny light on the opposite shore night after night" [although I cringed at the feeble struggle to relate this tacky soap-operatic tale of Toru's wuv for Naoko's body to a symbol signifying Gatsby's obsession to repossess and re-enact what has evolved into a doomed and glittering illusion and the idea that the dream has surpassed the real and is better experienced from a distance]). Seriously, the number of smug name dropping probably extended the book a few dozen pages and you would think that someone who read so much would have at least developed even the smallest amount of empathy but, for all I know, Toru Watanabe spent all his time reading with his eyes glazed over thinking and feeling sorry for himself that he has to feel guilt over using girls as rebound.
What was even more depressing about this book was that every single female character was weak and dependent. From I'm-pretending-to-do-the-tough-girl-act-but-in-a-cute-subservient-way Midori who is needy and whiny (she has reasons for being moody and throwing tantrums but there are absolutely no excuses for being cruel and manipulative which is what she does to win Toru's heart) to I-don't-love-you-but-you-want-sex-and-blowjobs-and-I-can't-say-no-to-men Naoko to I'm-so-independent-and-empowering-and-independent-but-I-have-a-"small stomach"-and-can't-eat-much-*coughi'minsecureaboutmyselfcough* Reiko. Midori, however, is the character who ticks the generic box of 'being different', a thin veil attempting to hide the fact that she is actually the fantasy girlfriend of lot of insecure men. She is cute, she is kinky, desperate to sexually please men, is interested in "fuck(ing) like crazy", she is friendly and social with a lot of people, she cooks good food, cleans and is a hard worker and shows that she can slavishly take care of men ie domestic goddess. "I'm looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortbread. And you stop everything you're doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortbread out to me. And I say I don't want it any more and throw it out the window. That's what I'm looking for." Are we supposed to find this endearing? Are we supposed to read this in wonder and awe and repeat to ourselves what Toru says afterward: "I've never met a girl like you"?
The thing is, it is in Murakami's style to present a lot of truisms and while in his other works, they are intertwined with the surreal in such a way that it doesn't matter whether they are huge generalisations or just really cheesy because they come from dreamlike layers echoing the absurd and the interior monologue of the character and so it isn't preachy, just something to think about. In Norwegian Wood, they are brash and blunt. The characters make sweeping and often blindly hypocritical and prejudiced assumptions disguised in the appearance of truth mostly about how they are so 'different' and everyone else are such boring sheep (in predictable hipster style: "liek omigod, i'm, liek, sooo unique and different?!?! Liek omigod, my tiny brain never thought of that!!!!") such as "never again would she have that self-centred beauty that seems to take its own independent course in adolescent girls and no one else". So ALL adolescent girls are all self-centred (sorry, self-centred beauty - like totally a compliment!!! *eyeroll*), huh, and Toru here wants US to think that HE is so exceptional when he manages to group half the population into (at one point) possessing a particular trait? There are a lot of "I don't know, I'm just a girl" moments but I reaaaaally don't want to have to open the book again and go look for them.
I could go on and on about how odious Naoko and Reiko were but this review is getting really long and all I've been talking about are the characters.
The plot, in all its boring and barely existing glory:
Toru Watanabe runs into Naoko, the girlfriend of Kizuki, his high school best friend (who had suicided a couple of years previous), and realises she has a hawt body. On her birthday he rapes (sorry, "makes love" to) her while she's distraught over Kizuki and she runs away to a mental asylum to get better. Toru whinges about loneliness. He meets Midori. Everything gets dragged out about how they are both sad and lonely. Toru visits Naoko at the asylum and meets her roommate, Reiko. Toru chooses Midori over naoko because she is a "real, live girl". Naoko commits suicide. Toru and Reiko fuck in her memory.
Half the book is whinge and whine, the other half objectifies women.
Positives:
1. Murakami writes beautifully. It's as simple as that. Norwegian Wood is what you would get if you stamped a picture of the ceiling of the Sistine chapel onto a pair of crocs.
2. My mum likes the Beatles song and I've also had the song stuck in my head since reading this book.
3. It's over.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
September 3, 2025
Oh boy...Where to I even begin.
Pros: The writing and storytelling are good.
Cons: Every time I started to enjoy this book, the author made sure I didn’t.
1. The way the female characters would be compare to babies or kids during sexual scenes was a dealbreaker for me.
She had the breast of a little girl.(p.290)
Yeah that’ll do it.
2. I, once again, have to point that this is another book where the author seems obsessed with the wrinkles of a ~40yo woman. It’s now a personal pet peeve of mine. We literally get a whole paragraph about them when we first meet her. It’s a recurrent discussion throughout the book and I can already hear the excuses that it’s often for the POV of the 18yo or that maybe she’s insecure about it. Sure. Maybe. But ever since I started noticing how common this is, especially from male authors, I can’t unseen it and it annoys me.
3. The sex scenes, let’s talk about the sex scenes.
I wanted to explain to her, "I am having intercourse with you now. I am inside you. But really this is nothing. It doesn't matter. It is nothing but the joining of two bodies. All we are doing is telling each other things that can only be told by the rubbing together of two imperfect lumps of flesh."
I’d rather go back to reading fairy porn by Sarah J Maas.
4. My most serious complaint… the female characters didn’t ring true to me at all. Why are they all acting and saying these things around the MC?! The most flagrant one is when Reiko tells him about her SA. Why do male authors seem incapable of talking about SA without fetishizing it?
But this one is probably my favorite:
Could some of it be cultural differences? Because it’s set in 1968?
Maybe but I rate my books based on my enjoyment and I didn’t enjoy myself.
I don’t get the hype.
*It made it to my worst books of 2022: https://youtu.be/jOcHnWSUOEw
Pros: The writing and storytelling are good.
Cons: Every time I started to enjoy this book, the author made sure I didn’t.
1. The way the female characters would be compare to babies or kids during sexual scenes was a dealbreaker for me.
She had the breast of a little girl.(p.290)
Yeah that’ll do it.
2. I, once again, have to point that this is another book where the author seems obsessed with the wrinkles of a ~40yo woman. It’s now a personal pet peeve of mine. We literally get a whole paragraph about them when we first meet her. It’s a recurrent discussion throughout the book and I can already hear the excuses that it’s often for the POV of the 18yo or that maybe she’s insecure about it. Sure. Maybe. But ever since I started noticing how common this is, especially from male authors, I can’t unseen it and it annoys me.
3. The sex scenes, let’s talk about the sex scenes.
I wanted to explain to her, "I am having intercourse with you now. I am inside you. But really this is nothing. It doesn't matter. It is nothing but the joining of two bodies. All we are doing is telling each other things that can only be told by the rubbing together of two imperfect lumps of flesh."
I’d rather go back to reading fairy porn by Sarah J Maas.
4. My most serious complaint… the female characters didn’t ring true to me at all. Why are they all acting and saying these things around the MC?! The most flagrant one is when Reiko tells him about her SA. Why do male authors seem incapable of talking about SA without fetishizing it?
But this one is probably my favorite:
Could some of it be cultural differences? Because it’s set in 1968?
Maybe but I rate my books based on my enjoyment and I didn’t enjoy myself.
I don’t get the hype.
*It made it to my worst books of 2022: https://youtu.be/jOcHnWSUOEw
May 6, 2017
How this book became one of Murakami's most famous and popular baffles me. In fact, when asked about it in an interview, Murakami himself said that he was puzzled by its popularity and that it really isn't what he wants to be known for.
What can I say? There's too little of the characters that do spark my interest and much too much of the depressive girlfriend and her kooky friend at the mental institution. Also, the scenes which were supposed to be funny about his college roommate didn't interest me at all and ultimately struck me as dark and disturbing.
Perhaps this book resonated with so many people because ? No, that can't be. Murakami deals with depression much more thoughtfully and insightfully in The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.
The worst thing about this book's popularity is that it may be some readers' introduction to Murakami, which would very likely lead them to form a negative opinion of him and not care to explore his other works, which is just awful. This book should come with a warning: "Not recommended for pregnant women, may be carcinogenic, and not representative of Murakami's great genius."
What can I say? There's too little of the characters that do spark my interest and much too much of the depressive girlfriend and her kooky friend at the mental institution. Also, the scenes which were supposed to be funny about his college roommate didn't interest me at all and ultimately struck me as dark and disturbing.
Perhaps this book resonated with so many people because ? No, that can't be. Murakami deals with depression much more thoughtfully and insightfully in The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.
The worst thing about this book's popularity is that it may be some readers' introduction to Murakami, which would very likely lead them to form a negative opinion of him and not care to explore his other works, which is just awful. This book should come with a warning: "Not recommended for pregnant women, may be carcinogenic, and not representative of Murakami's great genius."
July 7, 2008
UGH!!!
This book bugged the hell out of me for a few reasons:
#1. There is a somewhat extended passage devoted to a lesbian encounter that wouldn't be so terrible in and of itself, as sex in general is a major topic BUT the novel as a whole leaned towards describing the physiological experience the woman were having and would brush over the mens again and again. There would be like 5 paragraphs on the woman and then 1 sentence were it would say something along the lines of, "she took me in her hand and I came".
GIVE ME A BREAK!!!
It seemed like an exercise in writing (hmmmm, what would it be like to write from the females perspective) more than a contributor factor to the story.
#2. The girls in this book were all needy, dysfunctional, emotional or detached but sexy as all get out while the male was unsentimental, level headed and also sexy.
#3. the main male character had sex with 3 of the girl main characters (as well as countless unnamed characters) and apparently he was FABULOUS at it because 2 of the characters decided that they would never have sex again. that it could never measure up.
OH BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!
This book bugged the hell out of me for a few reasons:
#1. There is a somewhat extended passage devoted to a lesbian encounter that wouldn't be so terrible in and of itself, as sex in general is a major topic BUT the novel as a whole leaned towards describing the physiological experience the woman were having and would brush over the mens again and again. There would be like 5 paragraphs on the woman and then 1 sentence were it would say something along the lines of, "she took me in her hand and I came".
GIVE ME A BREAK!!!
It seemed like an exercise in writing (hmmmm, what would it be like to write from the females perspective) more than a contributor factor to the story.
#2. The girls in this book were all needy, dysfunctional, emotional or detached but sexy as all get out while the male was unsentimental, level headed and also sexy.
#3. the main male character had sex with 3 of the girl main characters (as well as countless unnamed characters) and apparently he was FABULOUS at it because 2 of the characters decided that they would never have sex again. that it could never measure up.
OH BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!
September 20, 2011
Great ending. This sure was the saddest book I've ever read. Seems very dark and depressing, but the light comes out at the very end and you can see the sunshine through the clouds. I've never read a book like this and to be honest, I'm not sure I ever want to read another one. It just takes a piece of you and leaves you feeling a little empty. I don't even know how to explain it. It's like traveling up a mountainside on a dark gray day. Yes, the beauty is still there, but you have to look for it. You don't even notice the beauty before you because of the overcast skies. The higher up you go, the more drained you feel. At the very end, as you reach the top, you're bone weary and exhausted, both mentally and physically, but suddenly you can see above the clouds and it's so bright that your eyes hurt and the whole mountain suddenly looks different...you suddenly feel renewed...the world you thought was gloomy and gray is suddenly bright and new....and beautiful.....
January 31, 2013
Turns out I can't find a SINGLE fuck to give. It takes forever to start, the characters are bland and absolutely unrealistic, they don't sound real, the sex is so unhealthy and weird and awkward, the narrator is pretentious as fuck, the dialogues are painful, and the plot -- huh, wait, there's no plot.
So yeah. Big, fat DNF.
Want to read
April 19, 2024reading murakami is like a game of russian roulette, except instead of a blank it's a wonderful one of a kind work of brain-expanding magical realism and instead of a bullet it's misogyny
February 19, 2015
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood.
- The Beatles
Haruki Murakami’s novel Norwegian Wood is a love story: on author’s own confession, “a straight, simple story” quite unlike the type of fiction he is well known for. Murakami claims the novel was a challenge to him, a test of his capability to write a “straight” story; many of his fans see it as a betrayal of what his works had stood for until then. Not having read any of Murakami’s works so far, I had the advantage of approaching it with an unprejudiced mind. And I found that while the story was straight, it was anything but simple.
The novel is one bunch of impressions. The prose is sensual, even voluptuous: descriptions of landscapes and weather are done in long and loving detail. There is very little exploration of inner mental states, other than as broad description of emotions, even though we are listening to only one voice throughout the book. It is rather like stream of consciousness turned outward.
I have been trying to do a traditional review of this book for quite some time now, but have been finding it impossible. So I will give you my impressions of reading the book.
Reading Norwegian Wood (for me) is like sitting on the porch at twilight during a rare break in the rains during the monsoon, watching the golden rays of the dying sun light up the rain-drenched earth, and filling your lungs with the smell of the rain.
Reading Norwegian Wood is like waking up on a winter morning, opening the window and getting hit in the face by an invigorating blast of icy East Wind.
Reading Norwegian Wood is like staying up late, listening to the harmonious cacophony of drums at our local temple festival, inhaling the aroma of the burning lamp wicks and incense.
Highly recommended.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood.
- The Beatles
Haruki Murakami’s novel Norwegian Wood is a love story: on author’s own confession, “a straight, simple story” quite unlike the type of fiction he is well known for. Murakami claims the novel was a challenge to him, a test of his capability to write a “straight” story; many of his fans see it as a betrayal of what his works had stood for until then. Not having read any of Murakami’s works so far, I had the advantage of approaching it with an unprejudiced mind. And I found that while the story was straight, it was anything but simple.
The novel is one bunch of impressions. The prose is sensual, even voluptuous: descriptions of landscapes and weather are done in long and loving detail. There is very little exploration of inner mental states, other than as broad description of emotions, even though we are listening to only one voice throughout the book. It is rather like stream of consciousness turned outward.
I have been trying to do a traditional review of this book for quite some time now, but have been finding it impossible. So I will give you my impressions of reading the book.
Reading Norwegian Wood (for me) is like sitting on the porch at twilight during a rare break in the rains during the monsoon, watching the golden rays of the dying sun light up the rain-drenched earth, and filling your lungs with the smell of the rain.
Reading Norwegian Wood is like waking up on a winter morning, opening the window and getting hit in the face by an invigorating blast of icy East Wind.
Reading Norwegian Wood is like staying up late, listening to the harmonious cacophony of drums at our local temple festival, inhaling the aroma of the burning lamp wicks and incense.
Highly recommended.
December 3, 2025
This is a relatively early novel by this author, 1987. The book jacket tells us that this book booted him up from being a famous author to ‘superstar status.’ On GR it is one of his most highly-rated books.
It’s also the only -- I’ll call it ‘straightforward’ -- novel of the seven or so of his I have read. There is no science fiction or magical realism. No women in bars who may be ghosts, no hanging out in deep wells, no psychic cats, just a single moon.
We do have, as usual in Murakami, a cat, mention of a mysterious well, and western music, especially pop music such as that of the Beatles. Being an only child is often mentioned in Murakami’s novels – which would be true in low-birth-rate Japanese culture. I’d say the two main themes are sex and suicide
The main characters are a young man and a young woman. The woman is psychologically damaged by the suicide of their male friend when he was 17. Until then, the two boys and the girl had been an inseparable threesome. (This group of BFFs is repeated in the author's novel Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki where it is a fivesome of lifelong high school friends, boys and girls.)
Earlier the girl’s sister had also committed suicide. She is so stricken that she elects to go to a sanitarium until she can deal with life again. At times both characters say they have 'word-searching sickness' – the inability to put their feeling into words.
He feels responsible for the girl in the sanitarium and can’t make the break to commit to another young woman that he has fallen in love with. There is a story within the story from another woman at the facility. She had been a piano teacher and the story is of a lesbian relationship.
There’s a lot of sex in the book with little actual intercourse. You'll have to read it to see what I mean.
Set in 1969, many of the characters are in college against a background of student revolts, students taking over classrooms and universities closing. There’s a lot of talk of Marx and communism. Murakami was in college in Japan at this time.
Some passages that I liked:
“…the self I was then, the world I had then, where did they go?”
“Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt. Life is like that.”
“I’m all through as a human being… All you’re looking at is the lingering memory of what I used to be. The most important part of me, what used to be inside, died years ago, and I’m just functioning by rote memory.”
Haruki Murakam is one of my favorite authors and I have read many of his novels. Below are links to my reviews of some I enjoyed.
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
Wind/Pinball: Two Novels
Sputnik Sweetheart
South of the Border, West of the Sun
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
1Q84
Kafka on the Shore
Norwegian Wood and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle remain my favorites of the Murakamis I have read.
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April 16, 2020
Murakami divides his novel into two. There is the past and death. Then there is future and life. What road do you take?
Seems like an easy question to answer. But what happens when you are in love with the past? And what happens when you so desperately want to save that past from such a death? Life becomes complicated and the prospect of the future feels like a brutal betrayal of one who is desperately clinging to you. You are her anchor; her only connection with reality. And you love her. How can you ever walk away? Life is fickle, though true love isn’t. Sometimes we have to do the hard thing and let go even if it kills us.
"The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living."
Such words are easier said than put into practice. Sometimes the dead carry so much of ourselves that living without them is not quite living anymore. Toru lost his best friend when he was seventeen. He killed himself. We never find out why, but I have my own ideas about what and who caused it. He carries on, feeling empty. He falls in love with his dead friend’s girlfriend Naoko but she has her own problems. They maintain a friendship for a year, and then she institutionalises herself because she simply cannot cope with life in the wake of her old boyfriend’s death. He was her soulmate and now she is rudderless in a sea of uncertainty.
Anyone who has read a Murakami will know the importance of music in his storytelling. These lyrics say more than I ever could about the novel. Read them, hear them and feel them.
Cue the music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeQks...
Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) by the Beatles.
I once had a girl
Or should I say
She once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good
Norwegian wood
She asked me to stay
And she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around
And I noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug
Biding my time
Drinking her wine
We talked until two
And then she said
"It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning
And started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke
I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good
Norwegian wood
I want to interpret them and put them in the context of the novel and explain what they mean, but to do so would be to ruin it all for you. If you have read the book read through the lyrics and ponder the actions Naoko takes towards the end of the story, what she does and why she does it seemed a little selfish to me at first. But the lyrics tell the truth. Perspective is everything and we never had the perspective in the novel that would have spoken the truth.
Norwegian Wood is a novel that feels like it should never have ended. It is the sort of book that carries you away into the lives of the characters and should carry on as long as they continue to live. With suicide such a strong theme through the novel, no less than three major characters commit it, I was surprised the ending was not more of a universal ending so to speak. The power of the writing resides in his ability to tangle you up within the story. Murakami’s characters here feel so terribly, tragically, real. They are some of the most human I’ve ever encountered on a page.
It all felt so desperately unresolved towards the end of the story. But isn’t that life? How often do we truly resolve our daemons and feel satisfied with how things went? Rarely. Norwegian Wood is a dangerous novel because it has a certain sense of universal appeal; it has the ability to speak to may a reader as they compare their own situation to that depicted here. Sure, it’s likely less dramatic but the need to move on being weighed against a past that hangs over us, whatever that past may be, is a dilemma most of us will face.
But the real question is did I enjoy it and would I recommend it?
I would recommend it, but I certainly didn’t love it. There’s little to love here, but there is also little to hate. What Murakami delivers is a sprawling peak into the lives of a bunch of severely damaged youths coping with the realities of what emptiness means. Take from it what you will. A warning though, it may hurt.
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Seems like an easy question to answer. But what happens when you are in love with the past? And what happens when you so desperately want to save that past from such a death? Life becomes complicated and the prospect of the future feels like a brutal betrayal of one who is desperately clinging to you. You are her anchor; her only connection with reality. And you love her. How can you ever walk away? Life is fickle, though true love isn’t. Sometimes we have to do the hard thing and let go even if it kills us.
"The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living."
Such words are easier said than put into practice. Sometimes the dead carry so much of ourselves that living without them is not quite living anymore. Toru lost his best friend when he was seventeen. He killed himself. We never find out why, but I have my own ideas about what and who caused it. He carries on, feeling empty. He falls in love with his dead friend’s girlfriend Naoko but she has her own problems. They maintain a friendship for a year, and then she institutionalises herself because she simply cannot cope with life in the wake of her old boyfriend’s death. He was her soulmate and now she is rudderless in a sea of uncertainty.
Anyone who has read a Murakami will know the importance of music in his storytelling. These lyrics say more than I ever could about the novel. Read them, hear them and feel them.
Cue the music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeQks...
Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) by the Beatles.
I once had a girl
Or should I say
She once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good
Norwegian wood
She asked me to stay
And she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around
And I noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug
Biding my time
Drinking her wine
We talked until two
And then she said
"It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning
And started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke
I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good
Norwegian wood
I want to interpret them and put them in the context of the novel and explain what they mean, but to do so would be to ruin it all for you. If you have read the book read through the lyrics and ponder the actions Naoko takes towards the end of the story, what she does and why she does it seemed a little selfish to me at first. But the lyrics tell the truth. Perspective is everything and we never had the perspective in the novel that would have spoken the truth.
Norwegian Wood is a novel that feels like it should never have ended. It is the sort of book that carries you away into the lives of the characters and should carry on as long as they continue to live. With suicide such a strong theme through the novel, no less than three major characters commit it, I was surprised the ending was not more of a universal ending so to speak. The power of the writing resides in his ability to tangle you up within the story. Murakami’s characters here feel so terribly, tragically, real. They are some of the most human I’ve ever encountered on a page.
It all felt so desperately unresolved towards the end of the story. But isn’t that life? How often do we truly resolve our daemons and feel satisfied with how things went? Rarely. Norwegian Wood is a dangerous novel because it has a certain sense of universal appeal; it has the ability to speak to may a reader as they compare their own situation to that depicted here. Sure, it’s likely less dramatic but the need to move on being weighed against a past that hangs over us, whatever that past may be, is a dilemma most of us will face.
But the real question is did I enjoy it and would I recommend it?
I would recommend it, but I certainly didn’t love it. There’s little to love here, but there is also little to hate. What Murakami delivers is a sprawling peak into the lives of a bunch of severely damaged youths coping with the realities of what emptiness means. Take from it what you will. A warning though, it may hurt.
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January 11, 2016
"Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death."
Welcome to Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami; a tale of a bunch of suicidal perverts in Japanese universities.
No, honestly. This book is essentially about two things: sex and death. There are hidden meanings everywhere, but when you cut away that and go to the core, that’s what’s left. And my, does the book have a lot of sex. Weird forms of sex. And a lot of death. And not in a good way either.
But it’s also a very powerful book. It doesn’t tell any grand and special story, but rather indulges in an exploration of the human mind, and the stories hidden in the ordinary pasts of the ordinary people around us. The writing is nothing special, but I somehow found it very captivating. There were times when I found it very difficult to stop.
Part of what made the book stronger, was that the characters were so easy to relate to. All of them had aspects, positive as well as negative, that I could recognise in myself and those around me. My favourites were Nagasawa...
"I may be a selfish bastard, but I'm incredibly cool about shit like that. I could be a Zen saint."
and Naoko...
"That song can make me feel so sad," said Naoko. "I don't know, I guess I imagine myself wandering in a deep wood. I'm all alone and it's cold and dark, and nobody comes to save me."
In the end, I don’t know what to say about this book. I liked it well enough at times. I hated it at times. I felt indifferent about it at times. If this book were representative of Murakami’s works, I would never read another by him. However, relax, Murakami fans. I know that it isn’t.
Am I glad I read this book? Would I recommend it? The obvious answer that comes to mind for both questions is no. It can be very depressing, and actually took an emotional toll on me. And having finished, I am left without the feeling that this was a must-read book. It wasn’t particularly good, and it didn’t send an important message. But for some inexplicable reason, it was still worth reading. In a way.
At least until the end. When I finished the book, I ended up wishing I had never read it. And I think I stand by that after some thinking. While it wasn’t the worst book I’ve read, I can honestly say that I hate it now. I know that many people love it, which is totally okay. But please respect that this book hit me in the gut with full force. It almost constantly switched between making me feel angry, sad, annoyed and disgusted. Little else.
Other than that, we can’t always explain why we feel the way we do about something, books included. Sometimes it’s best to leave it behind, and move on.
"The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living."
Welcome to Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami; a tale of a bunch of suicidal perverts in Japanese universities.
No, honestly. This book is essentially about two things: sex and death. There are hidden meanings everywhere, but when you cut away that and go to the core, that’s what’s left. And my, does the book have a lot of sex. Weird forms of sex. And a lot of death. And not in a good way either.
But it’s also a very powerful book. It doesn’t tell any grand and special story, but rather indulges in an exploration of the human mind, and the stories hidden in the ordinary pasts of the ordinary people around us. The writing is nothing special, but I somehow found it very captivating. There were times when I found it very difficult to stop.
Part of what made the book stronger, was that the characters were so easy to relate to. All of them had aspects, positive as well as negative, that I could recognise in myself and those around me. My favourites were Nagasawa...
"I may be a selfish bastard, but I'm incredibly cool about shit like that. I could be a Zen saint."
and Naoko...
"That song can make me feel so sad," said Naoko. "I don't know, I guess I imagine myself wandering in a deep wood. I'm all alone and it's cold and dark, and nobody comes to save me."
In the end, I don’t know what to say about this book. I liked it well enough at times. I hated it at times. I felt indifferent about it at times. If this book were representative of Murakami’s works, I would never read another by him. However, relax, Murakami fans. I know that it isn’t.
Am I glad I read this book? Would I recommend it? The obvious answer that comes to mind for both questions is no. It can be very depressing, and actually took an emotional toll on me. And having finished, I am left without the feeling that this was a must-read book. It wasn’t particularly good, and it didn’t send an important message. But for some inexplicable reason, it was still worth reading. In a way.
At least until the end. When I finished the book, I ended up wishing I had never read it. And I think I stand by that after some thinking. While it wasn’t the worst book I’ve read, I can honestly say that I hate it now. I know that many people love it, which is totally okay. But please respect that this book hit me in the gut with full force. It almost constantly switched between making me feel angry, sad, annoyed and disgusted. Little else.
Other than that, we can’t always explain why we feel the way we do about something, books included. Sometimes it’s best to leave it behind, and move on.
"The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living."
February 6, 2022
No.
Absolutely not.
I now live in terror of anyone who gave this book more than 1 star.
Where to even begin?
The main character of this book - if he can be said to even be a character when for the vast majority of the book his internal thoughts and emotional journey are entirely absent leaving the reader to wonder whether he is, in fact, a human being - is alarmingly callous, misogynistic, and dull, while somehow being regarded by all other characters as kind, thoughtful, and incredibly interesting. The only explanation I can think of for this response from the other (notably female) characters is that he is the most painfully obvious author-insert wish-fulfillment vehicle ever written, which makes everything else about what happens in the book that much more alarming.
Because, if one is reading this as an exercise in wish-fulfillment, then the harborer of those wishes must be Murakami himself and, if that is, in fact, the case, then I am terrified.
The main character, who is largely incapable of thoughts or feelings (or, at least, those are not shared with the reader if he possesses them), when he does have a thought it is about a woman's body/beauty, and when he does have a feeling it's about wanting to use that beauteous body for his own sexual satisfaction.
This is ostensibly a tragic love story, but the main character does not reflect on any part of the person who is the object of his love and desire OTHER than her physical appearance. He believes that he is being faithful to her because his numerous other sexual encounters mean nothing to him. So, the fact that he treats a great many other women as objects is meant to redeem these exploits because he's not been emotionally unfaithful? What a guy!
There are numerous other DEEPLY troubling passages, conversations, scenes, and acts in the book, which are spoilery for the plot. But, I hope you do not ever learn what they are because to learn of them you would have to read the book, which I sincerely wish to discourage you from ever doing.
The fact that this book is as lauded as it is will be keeping me up at night for some time.
Absolutely not.
I now live in terror of anyone who gave this book more than 1 star.
Where to even begin?
The main character of this book - if he can be said to even be a character when for the vast majority of the book his internal thoughts and emotional journey are entirely absent leaving the reader to wonder whether he is, in fact, a human being - is alarmingly callous, misogynistic, and dull, while somehow being regarded by all other characters as kind, thoughtful, and incredibly interesting. The only explanation I can think of for this response from the other (notably female) characters is that he is the most painfully obvious author-insert wish-fulfillment vehicle ever written, which makes everything else about what happens in the book that much more alarming.
Because, if one is reading this as an exercise in wish-fulfillment, then the harborer of those wishes must be Murakami himself and, if that is, in fact, the case, then I am terrified.
The main character, who is largely incapable of thoughts or feelings (or, at least, those are not shared with the reader if he possesses them), when he does have a thought it is about a woman's body/beauty, and when he does have a feeling it's about wanting to use that beauteous body for his own sexual satisfaction.
This is ostensibly a tragic love story, but the main character does not reflect on any part of the person who is the object of his love and desire OTHER than her physical appearance. He believes that he is being faithful to her because his numerous other sexual encounters mean nothing to him. So, the fact that he treats a great many other women as objects is meant to redeem these exploits because he's not been emotionally unfaithful? What a guy!
There are numerous other DEEPLY troubling passages, conversations, scenes, and acts in the book, which are spoilery for the plot. But, I hope you do not ever learn what they are because to learn of them you would have to read the book, which I sincerely wish to discourage you from ever doing.
The fact that this book is as lauded as it is will be keeping me up at night for some time.
January 7, 2021
oh my god. Norwegian wood just flew by. I didn’t feel anything reading this. I didn’t love it. I didn’t hate it. I just didn’t care overall.
YIKES!
YIKES!
January 27, 2025
A sad but beautiful story about love and memories that stay with you, even when things change or people leave.
This is one of the best love stories I have ever read.
This is my first Murakami book.
Norwegian Wood was recommended by Linus Cheung (張永霖) on RTHK radio in Hong Kong.
Long story short, my Hong Kong uncle introduced me to listening to his radio program (張永霖的世界).
This book was bought online and delivered by courier service to my town.
I am grateful that I was so lucky to listen to the radio program.
I am admiring this author. He is a wonderful writer.
I will continue to read Murakami books.
Year 2013.
This is one of the best love stories I have ever read.
This is my first Murakami book.
Norwegian Wood was recommended by Linus Cheung (張永霖) on RTHK radio in Hong Kong.
Long story short, my Hong Kong uncle introduced me to listening to his radio program (張永霖的世界).
This book was bought online and delivered by courier service to my town.
I am grateful that I was so lucky to listen to the radio program.
I am admiring this author. He is a wonderful writer.
I will continue to read Murakami books.
Year 2013.
December 22, 2025
This novel is named after the Beatles song, which has very simple lyrics: A guy meets a girl, they hang out at her place, and he ends up crashing in the bathroom while she goes to work. Murakami takes that feeling and expands it, making it palpable - the scent of the sea, the gentle breeze, the feel of skin, the dust, the hazy nights, a vague longing, and almost dreamlike imagery/ This creates Watanabe's world. It's a subtle, almost indescribable feeling - hazy yet real, alluring yet hard to explain. Norwegian Wood itself seems to symbolize that very feeling.
Some call it a love story, some say it’s a realist novel. I think it’s a bit of both. Murakami himself doesn't consider it just a love story, and I understand why. The core of the story is about love, but the way it's told has a strong realist element.
The story follows Watanabe, a college student in 1960s Tokyo. He's dealing with the suicide of his best friend, Kizuki, and the impact it has on Naoko (Kizuki's girl friend), who was close to both of them. Their shared grief leads to a complex relationship.
Watanabe eventually finds himself in a new relationship with Midori, who is vibrant and optimistic. However, his feelings for Naoko linger, creating a classic love triangle. The novel explores more on the themes of loss, loneliness, and the search for meaning in a world marked by death, not just love.
Set in Japan during the '60s and '70s, it portrays the often-confused love lives of young adults. Post-war Japan was experiencing rapid economic growth, and the social atmosphere was similar to the West in many ways. Sexual openness, even promiscuity, was common. This context is essential for understanding the characters' choices, which seem quite shocking when I viewed it through a modern lens.
Like young people in the West at the time, Japanese youth struggled with a sense of emptiness and nihilism, partly fueled by the hippie movement. Depression, mental illness, and suicide rates were rising. This is reflected in the story's pervasive sense of death and adds to the overall sadness.
The novel deals frankly with Japanese sexual and suicide culture. "Sex" here can represent so many things - emotions, ethics, and more. Many writers struggle to depict sex in a way that's erotic but not vulgar, but I think Murakami gets it just right. His descriptions are objective and straightforward; sex is presented as a part of life, sexy but not gratuitous.
A key theme is the "separation of sex and love." Love isn't always the traditional merging of body and spirit. Naoko clearly loves Kizuki, but her body resists him. Conversely, she may not truly love Watanabe, but she's physically comfortable with him. Because sex carries emotional weight, Naoko questions the authenticity of her feelings. This disconnect is likely a significant factor in her eventual suicide.
Although there's a love triangle, the book isn't structured like a typical love story. It's less about the relationships between the 3 and more about the characters' inner thoughts, feelings, and how they change over time.
Watanabe definitely has a certain quality that attracts women. He's an average Joe - but he reads, a music lover, a thinker, and someone who appreciates solitude. He's both sensitive and rational, is obsessed with The Great Gatsby, and most importantly, is genuinely sincere with himself and others. He loves both Naoko and Midori, but he admires Hatsumi as an ideal of purity. She’s not central to the plot, but her quiet, rational, and kind presence leaves a lasting impression.
Hatsumi represents a kind of youthful longing for purity. Watanabe has said he longs for purity, but those who embody it are all gone. Kizuki's death, and later Hatsumi's suicide, represent a loss of that ideal. This is why Watanabe breaks off his friendship with Nagasawa after Hatsumi's death – because Nagasawa, in Murakami's words, is "morally bankrupt." Gatsby, in The Great Gatsby, is another example of someone who endures hardship but maintains his purity. Watanabe's pursuit of purity is part of his own personal growth.
You might wonder how Watanabe can be considered "pure" when he sleeps with almost all of the women in this novel? It's important to remember that these encounters happen before he's serious about Naoko. Even with Midori, he holds back until he's sure of his feelings. Once he's committed to someone, his attitude toward sex changes, and he takes on a sense of responsibility.
Midori is a character I particularly love. She's quirky, kind, sincere, optimistic, strong, and passionate. She goes to a prestigious girls' school and lives a difficult life. She deals with her parents' illnesses and deaths, family burdens, and the pain of loss. Yet, she remains remarkably optimistic. Her words and actions exude strength and youthful energy. She saves money meant for a bra to buy cooking utensils, prepares delicious meals, and jokingly says her father emigrated to Uruguay instead of being ill. Her thoughts jump around, she boldly flirts with Watanabe, and she's genuinely sincere with others, which I find incredibly endearing.
The novel's ending isn't in the final paragraph, but a few paragraphs earlier, when Watanabe, now an international journalist, hears Norwegian Wood at an airport. He thinks of all the people he's lost and is overcome with tears. He can't let go, and he realizes that Naoko never truly loved him. So, he turns to writing and records his memories of her.
This book is my ultimate favourite of all the ones I’ve read. It hits so hard.
Murakami uses a documentary-like style and poetic language to depict young people’s search for love and individuality in a complex modern world. He goes beyond typical love stories and explores deeper themes of life.
Despite its heaviness, the novel is a classic for a reason. It resonates with so many readers like me around the world because it captures our uncertainties and anxieties. But the real magic lies in his masterful use of language. (I read it in Chinese translation, by the way.) His writing is vivid and precise, bringing the characters, their actions, and their emotions to life. Every nuance, every flaw, is perfectly captured. This is the mark of a truly great writer, with passages meant to be reread and savored.
5 / 5 stars
My other reviews of Murakami's Work:
The City and Its Uncertain Walls
Norwegian Wood
1Q84
Hear the Wind Sing
Kafka on the Shore
Sputnik Sweetheart
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
South of the Border, West of the Sun
After Dark
Some call it a love story, some say it’s a realist novel. I think it’s a bit of both. Murakami himself doesn't consider it just a love story, and I understand why. The core of the story is about love, but the way it's told has a strong realist element.
The story follows Watanabe, a college student in 1960s Tokyo. He's dealing with the suicide of his best friend, Kizuki, and the impact it has on Naoko (Kizuki's girl friend), who was close to both of them. Their shared grief leads to a complex relationship.
Watanabe eventually finds himself in a new relationship with Midori, who is vibrant and optimistic. However, his feelings for Naoko linger, creating a classic love triangle. The novel explores more on the themes of loss, loneliness, and the search for meaning in a world marked by death, not just love.
Set in Japan during the '60s and '70s, it portrays the often-confused love lives of young adults. Post-war Japan was experiencing rapid economic growth, and the social atmosphere was similar to the West in many ways. Sexual openness, even promiscuity, was common. This context is essential for understanding the characters' choices, which seem quite shocking when I viewed it through a modern lens.
Like young people in the West at the time, Japanese youth struggled with a sense of emptiness and nihilism, partly fueled by the hippie movement. Depression, mental illness, and suicide rates were rising. This is reflected in the story's pervasive sense of death and adds to the overall sadness.
The novel deals frankly with Japanese sexual and suicide culture. "Sex" here can represent so many things - emotions, ethics, and more. Many writers struggle to depict sex in a way that's erotic but not vulgar, but I think Murakami gets it just right. His descriptions are objective and straightforward; sex is presented as a part of life, sexy but not gratuitous.
A key theme is the "separation of sex and love." Love isn't always the traditional merging of body and spirit. Naoko clearly loves Kizuki, but her body resists him. Conversely, she may not truly love Watanabe, but she's physically comfortable with him. Because sex carries emotional weight, Naoko questions the authenticity of her feelings. This disconnect is likely a significant factor in her eventual suicide.
Although there's a love triangle, the book isn't structured like a typical love story. It's less about the relationships between the 3 and more about the characters' inner thoughts, feelings, and how they change over time.
Watanabe definitely has a certain quality that attracts women. He's an average Joe - but he reads, a music lover, a thinker, and someone who appreciates solitude. He's both sensitive and rational, is obsessed with The Great Gatsby, and most importantly, is genuinely sincere with himself and others. He loves both Naoko and Midori, but he admires Hatsumi as an ideal of purity. She’s not central to the plot, but her quiet, rational, and kind presence leaves a lasting impression.
Hatsumi represents a kind of youthful longing for purity. Watanabe has said he longs for purity, but those who embody it are all gone. Kizuki's death, and later Hatsumi's suicide, represent a loss of that ideal. This is why Watanabe breaks off his friendship with Nagasawa after Hatsumi's death – because Nagasawa, in Murakami's words, is "morally bankrupt." Gatsby, in The Great Gatsby, is another example of someone who endures hardship but maintains his purity. Watanabe's pursuit of purity is part of his own personal growth.
You might wonder how Watanabe can be considered "pure" when he sleeps with almost all of the women in this novel? It's important to remember that these encounters happen before he's serious about Naoko. Even with Midori, he holds back until he's sure of his feelings. Once he's committed to someone, his attitude toward sex changes, and he takes on a sense of responsibility.
Midori is a character I particularly love. She's quirky, kind, sincere, optimistic, strong, and passionate. She goes to a prestigious girls' school and lives a difficult life. She deals with her parents' illnesses and deaths, family burdens, and the pain of loss. Yet, she remains remarkably optimistic. Her words and actions exude strength and youthful energy. She saves money meant for a bra to buy cooking utensils, prepares delicious meals, and jokingly says her father emigrated to Uruguay instead of being ill. Her thoughts jump around, she boldly flirts with Watanabe, and she's genuinely sincere with others, which I find incredibly endearing.
The novel's ending isn't in the final paragraph, but a few paragraphs earlier, when Watanabe, now an international journalist, hears Norwegian Wood at an airport. He thinks of all the people he's lost and is overcome with tears. He can't let go, and he realizes that Naoko never truly loved him. So, he turns to writing and records his memories of her.
This book is my ultimate favourite of all the ones I’ve read. It hits so hard.
Murakami uses a documentary-like style and poetic language to depict young people’s search for love and individuality in a complex modern world. He goes beyond typical love stories and explores deeper themes of life.
Despite its heaviness, the novel is a classic for a reason. It resonates with so many readers like me around the world because it captures our uncertainties and anxieties. But the real magic lies in his masterful use of language. (I read it in Chinese translation, by the way.) His writing is vivid and precise, bringing the characters, their actions, and their emotions to life. Every nuance, every flaw, is perfectly captured. This is the mark of a truly great writer, with passages meant to be reread and savored.
5 / 5 stars
My other reviews of Murakami's Work:
The City and Its Uncertain Walls
Norwegian Wood
1Q84
Hear the Wind Sing
Kafka on the Shore
Sputnik Sweetheart
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
South of the Border, West of the Sun
After Dark
June 9, 2021
I can't explain it! I want to inhale the pages of this book, grind them up, and snort them right up my nose! I want in placed directly in my brain, my very BLOODSTREAM! Murakami's words make me feel just like Nicole Kidman in that scene in Moulin Rouge where she is rolling around on that fur rug in her negligee, moaning and writhing in pleasure and saying 'Yes! Yes! Dirty words! More! More! Naughty words!' Although Murakami's words aren't so much naughty and dirty as they are prismatic and mysterious. I wish I could weave his sentences into a rug to roll around on. They're magical and mystical... they break my heart.
August 13, 2020
“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
CAUTION: This isn't a love story
This was my first introduction into the world of Murakami. This isn't a sappy love story as some Murakami fans would like to tell you. Haruki Murakami himself was baffled by the popularity that this story achieved due to the novel's departure from the usual surrealist themes that are associated with his novels. The fame achieved through Norwegian Wood had so profound an effect on the writer that he had to leave Japan and traveled across Europe and lived in the USA for some time, which resulted in the writing of Dance Dance Dance .
Set in the '60s, Norwegian Wood has us walking through the musings of one Toru Watanabe, who looks back to the days of his youth when he participated in student protests and the people he connected with during that time. So is there no love-story? There are allusions to love, but there is no love-story. The prime themes of Norwegian Wood are loneliness, existential ennui, depression and suicide. Though, like most Murakami plots, these themes are brought about with some subtlety. The book made me reflect deeply into the past at times and induced strong feelings of nostalgia. I can safely recommend this to readers of any genre or style of literature.
The novel was adapted into a film in 2010.
October 8, 2021
So. Damn. Good. Toru Watanabe is reminded of the love, and of the pain, of his youth every time he hears Beatles' songs such as 'Hey Jude' and... 'Norwegian Wood'. The reader is then cast back to Toru's late teenage and early 20s youth in the late '60s and early '70s centred around Tokyo. A simple premise - an old(er) person recalling their youth? Not with Murakami is it isn't! So. Damn. Good.
Murakami surprised many at the time, by writing a 'normal' novel as opposed to his magical realist mainstays; and he himself admits to be being 'shocked' and 'dismayed' when this book turned him from a niche cult writer to a world famous celebrity author! And therein lies the beauty of this amazing piece of work, as it is anything but normal. The cast of characters are innovative, formidable and brain hurting (yes, hurting!), from the almost callous ultra-realist Nagasawa, to the highly strung but firestorm of almost unhinged practicability on her own terms Midori.
As per usual, his writing is pitch perfect; and in addition the dialogue and some of the exchanges in this book blew me away. This is anything but just a normal novel. FIVE STAR READ - 11 out of 12.
My 2008 one sentence review was: 'An understated masterpiece by Murakami'
Murakami surprised many at the time, by writing a 'normal' novel as opposed to his magical realist mainstays; and he himself admits to be being 'shocked' and 'dismayed' when this book turned him from a niche cult writer to a world famous celebrity author! And therein lies the beauty of this amazing piece of work, as it is anything but normal. The cast of characters are innovative, formidable and brain hurting (yes, hurting!), from the almost callous ultra-realist Nagasawa, to the highly strung but firestorm of almost unhinged practicability on her own terms Midori.
As per usual, his writing is pitch perfect; and in addition the dialogue and some of the exchanges in this book blew me away. This is anything but just a normal novel. FIVE STAR READ - 11 out of 12.
My 2008 one sentence review was: 'An understated masterpiece by Murakami'
June 9, 2021
I don't have many meaningful things to say about Norwegian Wood. First, a disclaimer. This is, by no means, a romance book - no offence meant. I cannot suffer to attach such a tacky word on this book. Oh, what do I know, it IS a romance book. But it is laterally more than that.
Like Dickens, Murakami fuels his potboiler with death of the innocent. Each one is offing herself. That's right. What really matters is the subtext. In all superficial opinion, Watanabe is having a normal college life. But though the actions of his peers unravel with robotic neatness, in the background there's chaos going on.
Watanabe's best bud, Nagasawa, plays the devil's advocate. Showing himself as an evil guy, which he partially is, he prompts and tempts and gauges. He teases with Watanabe's rhythm of orderliness.But stuff was happening before they met. The one humanitarian thing that Watanabe does, in the hospital, attending upon Midori's dad, is hefty in its purity. That's what lacks in classical literature, ambivalent people who have their own set of morals. People who still are heroes.
There is the question of death lingering throughout the book. Near the end I was fed up with these upheavals. But then the hero himself put him in purgatorial madness. The sex in the book doesn't appear obscene at all. It feels natural. The people who don't feel real, such as Midori, are still full of a palette of colours. She is a healthy caricature. And she does her job of making me laugh. In a way Midori is the most generous girl of the bunch.
Murakami had always been a closed door for me. But if his other work is like this one, then I need a second crack at one of his other books. I tried hard not to let spoilers show, but man has Murakami got the talent to keep churning interesting words. The best thing is that few people notice that beneath this seamless flow of words, lie a lot of twists. Twists are what make art great. And this was great art. It contains lots of films, literature, the Beatles' music, Bach, Mozart. And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make.
Thanks to my cyber friend, Manju, to recommend this book to me.
Like Dickens, Murakami fuels his potboiler with death of the innocent. Each one is offing herself. That's right. What really matters is the subtext. In all superficial opinion, Watanabe is having a normal college life. But though the actions of his peers unravel with robotic neatness, in the background there's chaos going on.
Watanabe's best bud, Nagasawa, plays the devil's advocate. Showing himself as an evil guy, which he partially is, he prompts and tempts and gauges. He teases with Watanabe's rhythm of orderliness.But stuff was happening before they met. The one humanitarian thing that Watanabe does, in the hospital, attending upon Midori's dad, is hefty in its purity. That's what lacks in classical literature, ambivalent people who have their own set of morals. People who still are heroes.
There is the question of death lingering throughout the book. Near the end I was fed up with these upheavals. But then the hero himself put him in purgatorial madness. The sex in the book doesn't appear obscene at all. It feels natural. The people who don't feel real, such as Midori, are still full of a palette of colours. She is a healthy caricature. And she does her job of making me laugh. In a way Midori is the most generous girl of the bunch.
Murakami had always been a closed door for me. But if his other work is like this one, then I need a second crack at one of his other books. I tried hard not to let spoilers show, but man has Murakami got the talent to keep churning interesting words. The best thing is that few people notice that beneath this seamless flow of words, lie a lot of twists. Twists are what make art great. And this was great art. It contains lots of films, literature, the Beatles' music, Bach, Mozart. And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make.
Thanks to my cyber friend, Manju, to recommend this book to me.
August 28, 2023
This one is as dark as your fears.
Murakami's writing brings me a kind of comfort. No, not the nature-painting-classical music kind of comfort. It's the comfort I get from seeing the transparency of all the ugliness of the dark side of us in our beingness. However dark and deadly his writing seems to be, all I can feel is the subtle pink and peach hues of tenderness while reading his books. This is the first book of Murakami that I have ever read.
There's a lot of dark themes that are represented in this story. Mental illness in all its detailed description can be seen through one of the main characters. The story is so real but it seems like I have been prepared to accept everything I was about to read. The characters are totally unapologetic. Character development is so well done. The pangs of being a human being - I can feel it real while reading this one. It will always be difficult to express how I feel about a full-fledged Murakami book but all I can write in details is about how his books and writing make me feel. And that too incomplete everytime. I don't enjoy reading sad themes in books until and unless it make me feel something significant. I don't consciously look for books which will make me feel lost but Murakami's writing always make me float and fly. And this has become a habit. I crave for his writing. I crave for his books once in a while. I particularly enjoy his writing when I feel like I am one person living in the midst of everyone and everything else that's going on but not feeling a part of them.
His books are not for my entertainment. His books are not for enjoyment. His books are necessary to feel I am a human being after all. His books are meant to make me feel life is what it is. His writing makes me feel there's beauty in pain and death and heartbreaks. The kind of beauty only Murakami can make me feel.
Why the one star less for this book?
I felt cheated towards the end of the book. Something impulsive happened which I cannot digest even after two years of reading it.
But mind you, this one ends well. Beautifully.
Murakami's writing brings me a kind of comfort. No, not the nature-painting-classical music kind of comfort. It's the comfort I get from seeing the transparency of all the ugliness of the dark side of us in our beingness. However dark and deadly his writing seems to be, all I can feel is the subtle pink and peach hues of tenderness while reading his books. This is the first book of Murakami that I have ever read.
There's a lot of dark themes that are represented in this story. Mental illness in all its detailed description can be seen through one of the main characters. The story is so real but it seems like I have been prepared to accept everything I was about to read. The characters are totally unapologetic. Character development is so well done. The pangs of being a human being - I can feel it real while reading this one. It will always be difficult to express how I feel about a full-fledged Murakami book but all I can write in details is about how his books and writing make me feel. And that too incomplete everytime. I don't enjoy reading sad themes in books until and unless it make me feel something significant. I don't consciously look for books which will make me feel lost but Murakami's writing always make me float and fly. And this has become a habit. I crave for his writing. I crave for his books once in a while. I particularly enjoy his writing when I feel like I am one person living in the midst of everyone and everything else that's going on but not feeling a part of them.
His books are not for my entertainment. His books are not for enjoyment. His books are necessary to feel I am a human being after all. His books are meant to make me feel life is what it is. His writing makes me feel there's beauty in pain and death and heartbreaks. The kind of beauty only Murakami can make me feel.
Why the one star less for this book?
I felt cheated towards the end of the book. Something impulsive happened which I cannot digest even after two years of reading it.
But mind you, this one ends well. Beautifully.
August 12, 2023
“Letters are just pieces of paper,” I said. “Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”
While on a flight headed to Germany, Toru Watanabe hearing the melody of The Beatles ‘Norwegian Wood’ starts to remember his youth spent in Tokyo. A time of friendships, passion, loss and desire.
Written as a flashback, Norwegian Wood revolves mostly around three central characters - Toru, Naoko and Midori. The story is filled with atmosphere, history and references to music and literature. While this is a story about love and the many shapes it takes, it's also about loss, mortality and the struggle to continue living among death.
“Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.”
Murakami's writing is soft, lyrical and effortless, and the story itself is heart-warming, strangely romantic and heartbreaking at the same time. Transporting, haunting and beautiful. I adored this and highly recommend it.
“What makes us the most normal,” said Reiko, “is knowing that we’re not normal.”
4.5
While on a flight headed to Germany, Toru Watanabe hearing the melody of The Beatles ‘Norwegian Wood’ starts to remember his youth spent in Tokyo. A time of friendships, passion, loss and desire.
Written as a flashback, Norwegian Wood revolves mostly around three central characters - Toru, Naoko and Midori. The story is filled with atmosphere, history and references to music and literature. While this is a story about love and the many shapes it takes, it's also about loss, mortality and the struggle to continue living among death.
“Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.”
Murakami's writing is soft, lyrical and effortless, and the story itself is heart-warming, strangely romantic and heartbreaking at the same time. Transporting, haunting and beautiful. I adored this and highly recommend it.
“What makes us the most normal,” said Reiko, “is knowing that we’re not normal.”
4.5
February 16, 2023
LIFE BLUES
L’immagine manifesto del film di Tran Anh Hung presentato alla Mostra del Cinema di Venezia nel 2010, da cui vengono anche le immagini che seguono.
Toru Watanabe ha trentasette anni, e all’inizio di questa storia sta atterrando sull’aeroporto di Amburgo a bordo di un Boeing 747.
La radio trasmette la celebre e magnifica canzone dei Beatles, Norwegian Wood, che è il titolo originale di questo romanzo, Tokyo Blues è un’invenzione della prima edizione italiana.
Sulle note della struggente canzone dei quattro di Liverpool, parte il lungo flashback che ci riporta vent’anni prima.
Il primo ricordo che prende forma è l’incontro casuale con Naoko, la fidanzata di Kizuki, l’unico vero amico di Toru Watanabe, morto suicida pochi mesi prima. La scoperta che Naoko è ancora vergine (e allora la sua storia d’amore con Kizuki?, si chiede Toru Watanabe), gli anni dell’università, l’amore impossibile per la stessa Naoko che finisce ricoverata in una clinica psichiatrica, quello per Midori, compagna di studi, a sua volta segnata da una serie di lutti familiari, l’amicizia con Nagasaka, ragazzo spregiudicato e controverso.
Eros e Thanatos a go go, a braccetto, sciolti in un ballo senza fine (dance dance dance, appunto).
Un viaggio all’insegna dello struggimento, della nostalgia, del rimpianto.
La memoria trasforma, modifica, plasma, trasfigura, enfatizza quello e trascura quell’altro…?
Sì, forse no.
Personalmente propendo decisamente per l’ipotesi affermativa.
Nel dubbio Murakami, genialmente adotta la prima soluzione e le lascia campo libero: l’infanzia del protagonista Toru Watanabe è rivista attraversa la lente della memoria e quindi, succeda quello che deve succedere quando si maneggia uno strumento così delicato come il ricordo.
La conclusione cui Murakami sembra arrivare è di conseguenza sacrosanta, attendibile, da abbracciare e sottoscrivere: crescere, diventare adulti significa rinunciare ai nostri sogni giovanili, agli ideali e a tutto ciò per cui pensavamo valesse la pena combattere. Sogni, ideali, progetti magari folli, irrealistici: ma chi può dire che la realtà sia da preferire al sogno?
Ho fatto di tutto per prolungare la lettura, ma a un certo punto sono per forza di cose arrivato alla fine, anche se avevo già ricominciato a leggerlo dalla prima pagina.
Ho messo su le canzoni dei Beatles a oltranza.
Ho sentito profumo di Jules et Jim e tanto tanto di Truffaut, mai abbastanza rimpianto.
Ho avuto la sensazione che non stessi davvero leggendo, ma che ci fosse Toru Watanabe a raccontarmi questa storia, un lungo magnifico racconto diretto solo a me.
Il Prima della rivoluzione di Murakami.
Il film che ne è stato tratto dal regista franco-vietnamita Tran Anh Hung, che è ancora inebriato dal profumo della papaya verde, è il classico prodotto da festival che lascia le sale deserte, una sorta di raggelato videoclip, ogni passione spenta, eliminata ogni possibilità di coinvolgimento: un film ‘emo’ senza l’emozione.
L’immagine manifesto del film di Tran Anh Hung presentato alla Mostra del Cinema di Venezia nel 2010, da cui vengono anche le immagini che seguono.
Toru Watanabe ha trentasette anni, e all’inizio di questa storia sta atterrando sull’aeroporto di Amburgo a bordo di un Boeing 747.
La radio trasmette la celebre e magnifica canzone dei Beatles, Norwegian Wood, che è il titolo originale di questo romanzo, Tokyo Blues è un’invenzione della prima edizione italiana.
Sulle note della struggente canzone dei quattro di Liverpool, parte il lungo flashback che ci riporta vent’anni prima.
Il primo ricordo che prende forma è l’incontro casuale con Naoko, la fidanzata di Kizuki, l’unico vero amico di Toru Watanabe, morto suicida pochi mesi prima. La scoperta che Naoko è ancora vergine (e allora la sua storia d’amore con Kizuki?, si chiede Toru Watanabe), gli anni dell’università, l’amore impossibile per la stessa Naoko che finisce ricoverata in una clinica psichiatrica, quello per Midori, compagna di studi, a sua volta segnata da una serie di lutti familiari, l’amicizia con Nagasaka, ragazzo spregiudicato e controverso.
Eros e Thanatos a go go, a braccetto, sciolti in un ballo senza fine (dance dance dance, appunto).
Un viaggio all’insegna dello struggimento, della nostalgia, del rimpianto.
La memoria trasforma, modifica, plasma, trasfigura, enfatizza quello e trascura quell’altro…?
Sì, forse no.
Personalmente propendo decisamente per l’ipotesi affermativa.
Nel dubbio Murakami, genialmente adotta la prima soluzione e le lascia campo libero: l’infanzia del protagonista Toru Watanabe è rivista attraversa la lente della memoria e quindi, succeda quello che deve succedere quando si maneggia uno strumento così delicato come il ricordo.
La conclusione cui Murakami sembra arrivare è di conseguenza sacrosanta, attendibile, da abbracciare e sottoscrivere: crescere, diventare adulti significa rinunciare ai nostri sogni giovanili, agli ideali e a tutto ciò per cui pensavamo valesse la pena combattere. Sogni, ideali, progetti magari folli, irrealistici: ma chi può dire che la realtà sia da preferire al sogno?
Ho fatto di tutto per prolungare la lettura, ma a un certo punto sono per forza di cose arrivato alla fine, anche se avevo già ricominciato a leggerlo dalla prima pagina.
Ho messo su le canzoni dei Beatles a oltranza.
Ho sentito profumo di Jules et Jim e tanto tanto di Truffaut, mai abbastanza rimpianto.
Ho avuto la sensazione che non stessi davvero leggendo, ma che ci fosse Toru Watanabe a raccontarmi questa storia, un lungo magnifico racconto diretto solo a me.
Il Prima della rivoluzione di Murakami.
Il film che ne è stato tratto dal regista franco-vietnamita Tran Anh Hung, che è ancora inebriato dal profumo della papaya verde, è il classico prodotto da festival che lascia le sale deserte, una sorta di raggelato videoclip, ogni passione spenta, eliminata ogni possibilità di coinvolgimento: un film ‘emo’ senza l’emozione.
Did not finish
April 5, 2012Question: How much Norwegian Wood would a Norwegian woodchuck chuck if a Norwegian woodchuck could chuck Norwegian Wood? Answer: The same amount as a Swedish woodchuck. So I read 160 pages of this novel. Then I hit a four-day Reader’s Block (also precipitated by problems in my personal life, but I’ll save those for Oprah) and read nothing. I called a librarian and explained the problem. She suggested I undergo an intense course of Murakami Avoidance Therapy (MAT), whereby I put down all Murakamis I am reading at that moment and read writers who are not Murakami. And you know what, I was cured! Those librarians know what they are talking about . . . even if they can’t string a sentence together. So I put Murakami down. It was a relief. Because those first 160 pages were so inconsequential and drab, so unremarkable and airy, I felt like I was walking through an airport terminal at 4AM on a Prozac-laden soporific in my slippers . . . walking towards the bookstore where Murakami’s Norwegian Wood sits on the bestseller list, to be read by people-too-busy-to-read-books who think this is the cutting edge of contemporary literature, and in translation too, so twice as chic and clever, despite nothing happening except a dull student who thinks he’s Holden Caulfield hanging out with a bland-but-mysterious possible lover, then a clichéd playboy who introduces him to casual sex, then another girl who almost shakes the novel back into life but no, zzzzzzzzzzzzz. And the translator sort of loves the phrase sort of . . . people are sort of people and kind of humans, but are more insert-faux-poetic-description here, or perhaps sort of human after all, no? So thanks, librarian! MAT has saved me from four more hours of mediocrity! Hug a librarian tomorrow!
September 16, 2025
الموت موجود لا بوصفه نقيضا للحياة بل بوصفه جزءا منها
"هذا هو نوع الموت الذي يخيفني. أن يقترب ظل الموت ببطء، وببطء يلتهم بقية الحياة، وقبل أن تعرف، يظلم كل شيء، فلا ترى، ويعتقد الناس حواليك أنك ميت أكثر منك حياً. أكره هذا، ولا أستطيع احتماله."
رغم انك تستطيع أن تتنبأ بكل أحداث الرواية و رغم أنها أحداث عادية جدا و لا يتوافر فيها عنصرا السريالية و الإبهار الذين تميز بهما موراكامى إلا أنك لا تكف أبدا عن القراءة و تتمنى ألا يقاطعك أيا كان و يخرجك من مودك
كأنك تبحر في نهر النيل في أجواء ربيعية فلا أمواج و لا مفاجآت و لا تقلبات بحرية بعكس كافكا على الشاطئ التي لم نرى فيها شواطئ أبدا
الشىء الظريف أننى خارج من قراءة تشيكوف لقراءة موراكامى و لذلك فقدت الإحساس بالأسماء لغرابتها و صعوبة نطقها فلم أعد أحفظ أي اسم أو حتى أركز فيه و أصبحت أتعرف على الأشخاص بما يشبه طريقة برايل ... فهذا هو بطل القصة و هذا صديقة المقرب و تلك جارته و هذه صديقتها و هذا ابن عمه .... و هكذا
الإستثناء هنا كان واتانابى الذى كان يحمل على كتفيه الجبال منذ البداية إلى النهاية
البطل أربعينى يتذكر أحداث واكبت عامه العشرين ... بيفكرنى بواحد صاحبنا :)
أن تكون قادراً على كتابة رسالة لأحد. إنها فعلاً أعجوبة أن تشعر بقدرتك على نقل أفكارك إلى شخص آخر، أن تجلس إلى الطاولة وتلتقط القلم، أن تضع أفكارك في كلمات مثل هذه. بالطبع حالما أضعها في كلمات، أجد أنني لا أعبّر إلا عن جزء قليل مما أريد قوله، ولكن لا بأس. أشعر بالسعادة لتمكّني من الشعور بأنني أريد الكتابة إلى أحد. ولهذا أكتب لك. الساعة...
قد يحسده البعض لأنه عالق بين عدة فتيات و حتى الصديق الوحيد الذكر كان مبدأه اليوم خمر و نساء و غدا نفعل ما نشاء
الرواية أصلا ليست لأصحاب القلوب الضعيفة و لا الدمعة القريبة فالأحداث عبارة عن سلسلة من الأحزان و الأزمات المتتابعة التي يتعامل معها واتنابى و كأنه يشرب الماء
نأتي إلى هنا للخلاص من هذه الأشياء، وما دمنا هنا، فنحن في منجى من إيذاء الآخرين، أو من التعرض لإيذائهم لنا، لأننا نعرف أننا "مُشوهون"، وهذا هو ما يميزنا عن العالم الخارجي: أغلب الناس يمضون حياتهم دون أن يبوحوا بتشوّهاتهم، بينما في هذا العالم الصغير، تصبح معرفة تشوهاتنا هي الشرط الأول، وتماماً مثلما يضع الهنود الريش على رؤوسهم ليقولوا إلى أية قبيلة ينتمون، نضع نحن تشوهاتنا ونعلنها على الملأ، ونحن نعيش بسكينة حتى لا يؤذي أحدنا الآخر.
فور إنهاء الرواية قررت أن أشاهد الفيلم و لكنه لم يضف أي شيء إلا بعض المناظر الطبيعية و اختزال الأحداث بصورة كبيرة
المفاجأة في النهاية هي أن العدم هنا هو عين الوجود فلا فرق بين من مات و من عاش على ذكراه مما يجعل الأمور تختلط علينا و نتسائل في أي مكان نحن الأن.
February 28, 2023
*Norwegian Wood by The Beatles plays softly as a single tear slides down my face*
“And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn’t it good Norwegian Wood?”
“And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn’t it good Norwegian Wood?”
April 14, 2023
This didn't work for me at all. It all pretty much starts and ends with our narrator, the nondescript Toru. Here we have a man who can only relate to women in sexual terms. Everytime he said he was in love with one of the female characters, it would take me by surprise, I had no idea he had any feelings towards them. He shows the same amount of interest in every person, male or female, in love with or indifferent to. When he does profess his love, he'll remember some sexual encounter, nothing about their personality, or some actual form of emotional intimacy.
And you could say, that's what Toru as a character is supposed to be, but as I as a reader spend a novel's length inside his head, it's just draining.
The female characters feel verrrry written by a male novelist - veering between suicidal hysterics, and manic pixie dream girl. There is no reality to these women, they only exist for Toru to bounce off of. There is nothing real about Toru's relationships with any of the women. There is no insight into love or relationships here.
And then there's the last chapter, where Toru finally gets to boink the last female character left unboinked, and it's a sexual awakening for her, Toru delivering revelatory orgasms to any woman that'll have him and what IS this trite ass SHIT I've been reading
Valiantly wrestled through this mess with the effervescent Safa
And you could say, that's what Toru as a character is supposed to be, but as I as a reader spend a novel's length inside his head, it's just draining.
The female characters feel verrrry written by a male novelist - veering between suicidal hysterics, and manic pixie dream girl. There is no reality to these women, they only exist for Toru to bounce off of. There is nothing real about Toru's relationships with any of the women. There is no insight into love or relationships here.
And then there's the last chapter, where Toru finally gets to boink the last female character left unboinked, and it's a sexual awakening for her, Toru delivering revelatory orgasms to any woman that'll have him and what IS this trite ass SHIT I've been reading
Valiantly wrestled through this mess with the effervescent Safa
July 2, 2025
Beyond awful and abhorrent never write again. Some of y’all’s ratings cannot be fucking for real and I need to see an unedited FULL reading experience vlog immediately because it’s either you skipped a decent amount of pages (most of them) or you’re lying because there is nooo WAY I’m seeing these 5 even 4 stars ratings on this one. (I did, in fact, unfriended some of you)
This entire ‘book’ (*bunch of dreadful poorly arranged sentences that fail to make someone interested or create a real plot) is a crime against female characters in all fiction. Has got to be truly the worst portrayals of women i’ve ever seen *especially* to be this critically acclaimed. No female characters have ever manic pixie dream girled as hard as the women in this book, and all these men who eat that up and love this book are in fact, a bunch of losers who crave the same foolish pitiful things as the author of this does and wrote about. They can’t get enoughhh of these stupid, gross, weird, disturbing, out of pocket USELESS sex scenes and they alll want to see themselves as the ״cool״ (*pathetically lame, bland and tedious) narrator who for some *very* believable reason has allll the bitches crawling and grabbing at his feet. All hyper sexual especially with him, in deep need to suck/rub him off 24/7, prioritising his needs and pleasure above anything concerning them, and I could go onnn and onnnnn. Gee, I wonder what would men find in this?
Need to desperately know why the hell can men write these type of sex scenes or generally things of any sexual nature about women and publish it. Why do we as a society let this happen? Why don’t I see more people condemn it??
Not only do people let it slide but some PRAISE??? these elements in this book?? Written in the 1980, set in the 1960 and contains very vivid descriptions about how a (surprisingly veryyy sexually knowledgeable and experienced) 13 year old girl (with huge boobs, yes) sexually assaulted a 30 year old woman, and how that said woman was sooo incredibly turned on by that?? GUYS?? I DON’T THINK WE’RE READING. descriptions of A 13 YEAR OLD GIRL FOR FUCK’S SAKE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WENT WRONG IN THIS AUTHOR’S CHILDHOOD AND BRAIN CHEMISTRY FOR HIM TO WRITE THIS??? why on EARTH would that be a plot line in ANYTHING?? EVER???????
Later on the same woman also describes to the narrator IN HEAVY DETAILS how she ‘made love’ with her husband that same night and how she came oh so aggressively hard since she was still so completely turned on like never ever before by what happened with that girl. GUYS. guys. I COULDNT EVEN MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT UP EVEN IF I REALLYY WANTED TO
Truly jumpscared and horrified by the vocabulary in this so i thought you people should get a heads up (if you’re lucky enough to have not read this abomination) about the actual content since for some reason it does NOT have a reputation of what it actually contains. Y’all can’t even say i’m lying about the obsession male writers have with the word breast/s. 22 times in this book alone. 22!!!!! Brother… Honourable (if you can even use this word for this context) mentions to the word ‘penis’ with 12 times. 10 times for ‘wank/ing’. I didn’t even know or even *encountered* this verb before reading this book. ‘Nipple/s’ 9 times. Yes, apparently, it wasn’t enough for him to say breasts that many times. 7 times for ‘porn’. ‘Erection’ 6. Also 6 for the pair of words ‘her warm/th’ (go figure). 6 times for ‘masturbate’. 3 times ‘pubic’. I know. Oddly enough ‘rape’ 3 times. Yes, each time more disturbing and pointless than the one before. I’m sure that I’m leaving out some other goodd solid classic/novel prize nomination worthy(!) vocabulary that I’m forgetting but i think the point is made. If I want to be reallyyyy petty, ‘sex’ around 30 times. I want you to compare the statistics here to the average smut book people love to shame women about and the outcome will be shocking. (Not to me)
After this ‘book’ i never EVER (!) want to hear any complaints about ‘smut’ books written by women. This was pure heinous porn but with *no* warning (??!?!) that only made me suffer and cringe. I’ve read wattpad stories classified as pure smut with better plots when I was 13. Only criticised when women write it but when it’s men and they do it awfully everyone claps? Call it literature? A CLASSIC? I need to see people start giving the same energy AND WORST to this garbage. Tells us PLENTY about society.
Putting aside the (ridiculously sickening) representation of female characters for the people who would whine about how I am missing the “good parts” I will address the ‘rest’ (two pages collectively maybe, generously).
First, these ‘deeper concepts’ that you’re trying to give this novel credit for are a stretch and incredibly overshadowed by everything else that I’ve mentioned. you would have to look *extensively* in order to just find a *glimpse* of them, and if this is the amount that makes you glorify a book that’s just miserable and pathetic. Praising something for having so little of an element you could maybe appreciate is beyond dense ludicrous and again, pathetic.
Secondly, “even a broken clock is right twice a day” (though the phrase is even too gracious in this case)- excusing a deeply flawed piece of work with the claim that it contains a fracture of “good bits” is unserious and invalid response let alone argument.
This is yet another book by a male author that is described as sad deep and philosophical but falls flat due to its unoriginality and mediocre empty measly sad excuse of a plot.
If people actually think that the observations and concepts shown in this are exceptional I am worried about your cognitive abilities.
Sure, the life and death, existentialism, etc themes were… there.. I guess? barely. But you know that saying “grown men will have a ‘philosophical’ thought that they would call revolutionary but girls already had that same thought when they were 13”? Prime example. Books written by men, especially those who are (for some very odd reason) deemed as ‘profound/philosophical’ are the *epitome* of this.
One thing you will never see me doing is giving a shitty misogynistic “classic” (or any shitty book really) credit for at least having “good writing”. First, each time it’s actually lousy at best and farrrr from being a compensation for the rest of the book. Plus in this case specifically, maybe some could blame the translation, but the dialogue and writing are childish, superficial, odd and weak. Again, the “deep” elements are nothing revolutionary i hateeeee to break it to y’all. Nothing in here to be impressed by unfortunately.
Free me from the shackles of having to read a book written by a man about a stoic/indifferent guy surrounded by overly eccentric/lively female character(s) who for some reason are absolutely obsessed with him bonus points if it’s supposedly has a ‘deep’/‘mundane’ plot that is in reality empty, ok minus at best and offers nothing new or special to the world or society
To sum it all up as you probably figured by now this is just terribly badly written porn. A very lousy cringy one. And it goes on for 300 pages. This man had like 28 orgasms in this book and alllll the women in this book? Generously maybeee like a half. All of them *combined*.
I would also like an unedited footage of the editor or anyone in the publishing house reading this manuscript and I would like to hear *in depth* justifications for the decision of publishing this pile of a loser’s self indulgence so called fiction.
It needs to be studied how someone managed to advertise these very lousy descriptions of some deranged deeply disturbed incel’s sexual fantasies as something that some people by some reason call a book. The women he writes are nothing but a manifestation of his delusions and weird fetishes, and if there’s one thing that I, believe me, do NOT want to read about is this shit.
I don’t know what this author went through in his life in order to write this atrocity and maybe this is the wrong first Murakami book to pick up (you’ll never see me picking another one) but yet here we are. Maybe it’s partially on me for going into books blindly and I don’t know what I expected but it was certainly not even close to whatever the hell this is. I trusted society’s criticism (probably for the last time) and got *no* plot other than disturbing male fantasy sex that makes you want to never hear about sex again and end it all. Betrayed and appalled.
If you have any doubts or just want to further see what I mean, while i did share some quotes while reading, I would like to share some other chosen ones (chronological) to help me demonstrate the experience (I only decided to do this from around page 190, so you’re saved from the horrors of most of the book. Even so, you’re welcome to see and judge for yourself):
-‘“I love porn films. Take me to one next time, OK?” “Fine,“ I said. “Really? I can hardly wait. Let's go to a real S&M one, with whips and, like, they make the girl pee in front of everyone. That's my favourite.”’ What a dialogue. Realistic. Meaningful.
-‘I thought about her naked, wearing only her hairslide. I thought about the curve of her waist and the dark shadow of her pubic hair.’ Life changing pondering for sure
-‘“You just don't understand a man's sexual needs,” said Nagasawa to Hatsumi. “For example, I've been with you for three years, and I've slept with plenty of women in that time. I don't remember a thing about them. Meet 'em, do it, so long. What's wrong with that?”’ The only thing that separates him from males today is an access to having a podcast
-‘“And anyway, don't you think her nipples are too dark for a schoolgirl - a virgin?” “Absolutely.”’ At loss for words. Where to even begin?
-‘“If I go to bed with a girl, I'm going to want to do it with her, and the last thing I want is to lie there struggling to restrain myself. I'm not kidding, I might end up forcing you.” “You mean you'd hit me and tie me up and rape me from behind?” “Hey, look, I'm serious.”’ It keeps getting better isn’t it?
-‘“I got all naked in front of my father's picture. Took off every stitch of clothing and let him have a good, long look. Kind of in a yoga position. Like, ”Here, Daddy, these are my tits, and this is my cunt'.”’ Yes, this is a PUBLISHED book.
-‘She slid down and kissed my penis, then enveloped it in her warm mouth and ran her tongue all over it, her long, straight hair swaying over my belly and groin with each movement of her lips until I came a second time. I held her tight and slid my hand inside her panties, touching her still-dry vagina.’ I’m lovinggg this ‘guy gets endless orgasms girl is just conveniently incapable of receiving’ theme!!
-‘“mind if I have a look?” “Feel free.” Midori burrowed under the covers and groped me all over down there, stretching the skin of my penis, weighing my testicles in the palm of her hand. Then she poked her head out and sighed. “I love it!” she said. “No flattery intended! I really love it!” “Thank you,” I said with simple gratitude.’ A different girl. Nothing to add. Everything’s on theme.
-‘Midori inspected my semen. ”Wow, that's a huge amount!” “Too much?” “Nah, it's OK, silly. Come all you want,” she said with a smile. “Eat a lot and make lots of semen, then I'll be nice and help you get rid of it.”’ I WISH I was making this up, *believe me*, I wish.
-‘Without warning, I came. It was an intense, unstoppable ejaculation. I clutched at her as my semen pulsed into her warmth again and again. “I'm sorry,” I said. “I couldn't stop myself.” “Don't be silly,” Reiko said. “You don't have to worry about that. You don't have to think about it with me. Just let yourself go as much as you like. Did it feel good?” “That's why I couldn't control myself.” “This is fine. It was great for me, too.”’ Yup, a different woman. Revolutionary writing, what a groundbreaking, profound scene.
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pre review
IM FREEEEE one day you’ll get a fully elaborated detailed review of this piece of garbage but today is not the day. i need to cleanse myself after this horror. see y’all when i’ll at least partly heal from this atrocity.
i wrote tons of ‘thoughts’ during and this will probably be my longest and angriest review possibly ever because i don’t think i’ll ever let myself be so excruciated or endure such an appalling book. sorry for the profanity in advance.
This entire ‘book’ (*bunch of dreadful poorly arranged sentences that fail to make someone interested or create a real plot) is a crime against female characters in all fiction. Has got to be truly the worst portrayals of women i’ve ever seen *especially* to be this critically acclaimed. No female characters have ever manic pixie dream girled as hard as the women in this book, and all these men who eat that up and love this book are in fact, a bunch of losers who crave the same foolish pitiful things as the author of this does and wrote about. They can’t get enoughhh of these stupid, gross, weird, disturbing, out of pocket USELESS sex scenes and they alll want to see themselves as the ״cool״ (*pathetically lame, bland and tedious) narrator who for some *very* believable reason has allll the bitches crawling and grabbing at his feet. All hyper sexual especially with him, in deep need to suck/rub him off 24/7, prioritising his needs and pleasure above anything concerning them, and I could go onnn and onnnnn. Gee, I wonder what would men find in this?
Need to desperately know why the hell can men write these type of sex scenes or generally things of any sexual nature about women and publish it. Why do we as a society let this happen? Why don’t I see more people condemn it??
Not only do people let it slide but some PRAISE??? these elements in this book?? Written in the 1980, set in the 1960 and contains very vivid descriptions about how a (surprisingly veryyy sexually knowledgeable and experienced) 13 year old girl (with huge boobs, yes) sexually assaulted a 30 year old woman, and how that said woman was sooo incredibly turned on by that?? GUYS?? I DON’T THINK WE’RE READING. descriptions of A 13 YEAR OLD GIRL FOR FUCK’S SAKE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WENT WRONG IN THIS AUTHOR’S CHILDHOOD AND BRAIN CHEMISTRY FOR HIM TO WRITE THIS??? why on EARTH would that be a plot line in ANYTHING?? EVER???????
Later on the same woman also describes to the narrator IN HEAVY DETAILS how she ‘made love’ with her husband that same night and how she came oh so aggressively hard since she was still so completely turned on like never ever before by what happened with that girl. GUYS. guys. I COULDNT EVEN MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT UP EVEN IF I REALLYY WANTED TO
Truly jumpscared and horrified by the vocabulary in this so i thought you people should get a heads up (if you’re lucky enough to have not read this abomination) about the actual content since for some reason it does NOT have a reputation of what it actually contains. Y’all can’t even say i’m lying about the obsession male writers have with the word breast/s. 22 times in this book alone. 22!!!!! Brother… Honourable (if you can even use this word for this context) mentions to the word ‘penis’ with 12 times. 10 times for ‘wank/ing’. I didn’t even know or even *encountered* this verb before reading this book. ‘Nipple/s’ 9 times. Yes, apparently, it wasn’t enough for him to say breasts that many times. 7 times for ‘porn’. ‘Erection’ 6. Also 6 for the pair of words ‘her warm/th’ (go figure). 6 times for ‘masturbate’. 3 times ‘pubic’. I know. Oddly enough ‘rape’ 3 times. Yes, each time more disturbing and pointless than the one before. I’m sure that I’m leaving out some other goodd solid classic/novel prize nomination worthy(!) vocabulary that I’m forgetting but i think the point is made. If I want to be reallyyyy petty, ‘sex’ around 30 times. I want you to compare the statistics here to the average smut book people love to shame women about and the outcome will be shocking. (Not to me)
After this ‘book’ i never EVER (!) want to hear any complaints about ‘smut’ books written by women. This was pure heinous porn but with *no* warning (??!?!) that only made me suffer and cringe. I’ve read wattpad stories classified as pure smut with better plots when I was 13. Only criticised when women write it but when it’s men and they do it awfully everyone claps? Call it literature? A CLASSIC? I need to see people start giving the same energy AND WORST to this garbage. Tells us PLENTY about society.
Putting aside the (ridiculously sickening) representation of female characters for the people who would whine about how I am missing the “good parts” I will address the ‘rest’ (two pages collectively maybe, generously).
First, these ‘deeper concepts’ that you’re trying to give this novel credit for are a stretch and incredibly overshadowed by everything else that I’ve mentioned. you would have to look *extensively* in order to just find a *glimpse* of them, and if this is the amount that makes you glorify a book that’s just miserable and pathetic. Praising something for having so little of an element you could maybe appreciate is beyond dense ludicrous and again, pathetic.
Secondly, “even a broken clock is right twice a day” (though the phrase is even too gracious in this case)- excusing a deeply flawed piece of work with the claim that it contains a fracture of “good bits” is unserious and invalid response let alone argument.
This is yet another book by a male author that is described as sad deep and philosophical but falls flat due to its unoriginality and mediocre empty measly sad excuse of a plot.
If people actually think that the observations and concepts shown in this are exceptional I am worried about your cognitive abilities.
Sure, the life and death, existentialism, etc themes were… there.. I guess? barely. But you know that saying “grown men will have a ‘philosophical’ thought that they would call revolutionary but girls already had that same thought when they were 13”? Prime example. Books written by men, especially those who are (for some very odd reason) deemed as ‘profound/philosophical’ are the *epitome* of this.
One thing you will never see me doing is giving a shitty misogynistic “classic” (or any shitty book really) credit for at least having “good writing”. First, each time it’s actually lousy at best and farrrr from being a compensation for the rest of the book. Plus in this case specifically, maybe some could blame the translation, but the dialogue and writing are childish, superficial, odd and weak. Again, the “deep” elements are nothing revolutionary i hateeeee to break it to y’all. Nothing in here to be impressed by unfortunately.
Free me from the shackles of having to read a book written by a man about a stoic/indifferent guy surrounded by overly eccentric/lively female character(s) who for some reason are absolutely obsessed with him bonus points if it’s supposedly has a ‘deep’/‘mundane’ plot that is in reality empty, ok minus at best and offers nothing new or special to the world or society
To sum it all up as you probably figured by now this is just terribly badly written porn. A very lousy cringy one. And it goes on for 300 pages. This man had like 28 orgasms in this book and alllll the women in this book? Generously maybeee like a half. All of them *combined*.
I would also like an unedited footage of the editor or anyone in the publishing house reading this manuscript and I would like to hear *in depth* justifications for the decision of publishing this pile of a loser’s self indulgence so called fiction.
It needs to be studied how someone managed to advertise these very lousy descriptions of some deranged deeply disturbed incel’s sexual fantasies as something that some people by some reason call a book. The women he writes are nothing but a manifestation of his delusions and weird fetishes, and if there’s one thing that I, believe me, do NOT want to read about is this shit.
I don’t know what this author went through in his life in order to write this atrocity and maybe this is the wrong first Murakami book to pick up (you’ll never see me picking another one) but yet here we are. Maybe it’s partially on me for going into books blindly and I don’t know what I expected but it was certainly not even close to whatever the hell this is. I trusted society’s criticism (probably for the last time) and got *no* plot other than disturbing male fantasy sex that makes you want to never hear about sex again and end it all. Betrayed and appalled.
If you have any doubts or just want to further see what I mean, while i did share some quotes while reading, I would like to share some other chosen ones (chronological) to help me demonstrate the experience (I only decided to do this from around page 190, so you’re saved from the horrors of most of the book. Even so, you’re welcome to see and judge for yourself):
-‘“I love porn films. Take me to one next time, OK?” “Fine,“ I said. “Really? I can hardly wait. Let's go to a real S&M one, with whips and, like, they make the girl pee in front of everyone. That's my favourite.”’ What a dialogue. Realistic. Meaningful.
-‘I thought about her naked, wearing only her hairslide. I thought about the curve of her waist and the dark shadow of her pubic hair.’ Life changing pondering for sure
-‘“You just don't understand a man's sexual needs,” said Nagasawa to Hatsumi. “For example, I've been with you for three years, and I've slept with plenty of women in that time. I don't remember a thing about them. Meet 'em, do it, so long. What's wrong with that?”’ The only thing that separates him from males today is an access to having a podcast
-‘“And anyway, don't you think her nipples are too dark for a schoolgirl - a virgin?” “Absolutely.”’ At loss for words. Where to even begin?
-‘“If I go to bed with a girl, I'm going to want to do it with her, and the last thing I want is to lie there struggling to restrain myself. I'm not kidding, I might end up forcing you.” “You mean you'd hit me and tie me up and rape me from behind?” “Hey, look, I'm serious.”’ It keeps getting better isn’t it?
-‘“I got all naked in front of my father's picture. Took off every stitch of clothing and let him have a good, long look. Kind of in a yoga position. Like, ”Here, Daddy, these are my tits, and this is my cunt'.”’ Yes, this is a PUBLISHED book.
-‘She slid down and kissed my penis, then enveloped it in her warm mouth and ran her tongue all over it, her long, straight hair swaying over my belly and groin with each movement of her lips until I came a second time. I held her tight and slid my hand inside her panties, touching her still-dry vagina.’ I’m lovinggg this ‘guy gets endless orgasms girl is just conveniently incapable of receiving’ theme!!
-‘“mind if I have a look?” “Feel free.” Midori burrowed under the covers and groped me all over down there, stretching the skin of my penis, weighing my testicles in the palm of her hand. Then she poked her head out and sighed. “I love it!” she said. “No flattery intended! I really love it!” “Thank you,” I said with simple gratitude.’ A different girl. Nothing to add. Everything’s on theme.
-‘Midori inspected my semen. ”Wow, that's a huge amount!” “Too much?” “Nah, it's OK, silly. Come all you want,” she said with a smile. “Eat a lot and make lots of semen, then I'll be nice and help you get rid of it.”’ I WISH I was making this up, *believe me*, I wish.
-‘Without warning, I came. It was an intense, unstoppable ejaculation. I clutched at her as my semen pulsed into her warmth again and again. “I'm sorry,” I said. “I couldn't stop myself.” “Don't be silly,” Reiko said. “You don't have to worry about that. You don't have to think about it with me. Just let yourself go as much as you like. Did it feel good?” “That's why I couldn't control myself.” “This is fine. It was great for me, too.”’ Yup, a different woman. Revolutionary writing, what a groundbreaking, profound scene.
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pre review
IM FREEEEE one day you’ll get a fully elaborated detailed review of this piece of garbage but today is not the day. i need to cleanse myself after this horror. see y’all when i’ll at least partly heal from this atrocity.
i wrote tons of ‘thoughts’ during and this will probably be my longest and angriest review possibly ever because i don’t think i’ll ever let myself be so excruciated or endure such an appalling book. sorry for the profanity in advance.
November 25, 2024
أول راوية طويلة متعجبنيش لموراكامي..
جايز تكون كئيبة بزيادة..جايز أكون قريتها في وقت غلط..معرفش..
بس مقارنة بروايات هاروكي التانية..الرواية دي عادية أوي...تفتقد الكثير من جنان هاروكي الموجود في رواياته الأخري...
بس علي الرغم من كدة ومع حجم الراوية الكبير إلا إن قلم هذا الرجل مازال ساحراً وإسلوبه ممتع وبيخليك تقرأ وتكمل عادي حتي لو القصة مش عجباك ودة مينفعش يحصل مع أي حد غير ...موراكامي:)
جايز تكون كئيبة بزيادة..جايز أكون قريتها في وقت غلط..معرفش..
بس مقارنة بروايات هاروكي التانية..الرواية دي عادية أوي...تفتقد الكثير من جنان هاروكي الموجود في رواياته الأخري...
بس علي الرغم من كدة ومع حجم الراوية الكبير إلا إن قلم هذا الرجل مازال ساحراً وإسلوبه ممتع وبيخليك تقرأ وتكمل عادي حتي لو القصة مش عجباك ودة مينفعش يحصل مع أي حد غير ...موراكامي:)
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