For me this book is like a delicious looking meal that's actually made of cardboard. Sort of.
Basically it looks good. Lots of nice quotes on the back; a tale of passion and love and lives ruined; an international bestseller by an author with a reputation for surreal literature - very appetising.
But by the end I was unsatisfied. Sure, there are some classy sex scenes - and by that I mean sex scenes that don't make me want to clutch my face and stare at the sky wailing, 'why why why' - but beyond that there's not much that's memorable. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe the characters have more to them than people whose lives are defined by their status as an only child. Maybe the translation is partly to blame - the writing often feels sloppy, the sentence structure awkward, the paragraphs overly long and rambly.
Whatever. The main point is the cardboard meal simile. And yet, I still plan to read more by Murakami. I'm sure there's a way to extend the simile to cover thi...For me this book is like a delicious looking meal that's actually made of cardboard. Sort of.
Basically it looks good. Lots of nice quotes on the back; a tale of passion and love and lives ruined; an international bestseller by an author with a reputation for surreal literature - very appetising.
But by the end I was unsatisfied. Sure, there are some classy sex scenes - and by that I mean sex scenes that don't make me want to clutch my face and stare at the sky wailing, 'why why why' - but beyond that there's not much that's memorable. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe the characters have more to them than people whose lives are defined by their status as an only child. Maybe the translation is partly to blame - the writing often feels sloppy, the sentence structure awkward, the paragraphs overly long and rambly.
Whatever. The main point is the cardboard meal simile. And yet, I still plan to read more by Murakami. I'm sure there's a way to extend the simile to cover this but at the moment I'm struggling.
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