Finished Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. I’ve been reading Murakami in publishing order for a few years now and I was excited to get to this one, since it’s one of his most popular, but it just didn’t really do it for me. It was predictably well-written - I can count on Murakami for that at least. Of course it was also predictably undermined by his sort of pathetic obsession with getting in the pants of every woman ever, but I’ve learned to look past that, so it wasn’t really a problem. It’s just… I can’t quite put my finger on it, but the whole thing felt sort of forced. It was good, but IMO not among his best.
Started and finished Replay by Ken Grimwood. It was odd and disjointed, but satisfying all in all. It’s about a man who dies of a massive heart attack, then awakens as himself at the age of 18, with his memories intact. It goes through his second life fairly quickly though, since that’s not really the point - it’s not just an “If I had it to do all over again” fantasy. Things get interesting when he comes back around to the moment of his death in his previous life, and he dies again, and reawakens younger again. Then the bulk of the story focuses on the nature and meaning and significance of this loop in which he’s found himself. All in all, I liked it, and would recommend it to anyone who finds the idea interesting.
Started The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers. I read it once before, but that was 20 years ago or so. It was the first of his novels I read back then, and inspired me to read a lot more of them, but then it got to the point that his novels were pretty much centered on drinking and only sort of peripherally about anything else, and I lost interest. But I’ve wanted to go back and revisit at least this one and On Stranger Tides, and the time seemed right. And it is just as good as I’d remembered - strange and convoluted and a bit contrived, but compelling.
For me Murakami has been hit or miss, but the I only read three books of his. Norvegian Woods is great, Hardboiled Wonderland is good and very enjoyable, but the I read Killing Commendatore and just could not get into it.
I agree about being put off by the obsession on having sex with any and all women in the plot, for no reason. I don’t really get it either.
The sex thing - I think it’s just a psychological thing that he’s never gotten past. I’ve known people like him (and both male and female).
What almost certainly happened was that he developed psychologically right up until he was somewhere in his late teens or early 20s and he hit a period during which he was on top of his game sexually. He was still in that adolescent phase during which sex is an all-consuming interest, and he had the skills and appeal to generally succeed in his pursuit of it, and he gave himself up entirely to that. And then he never progressed past that stage - he’s been locked ever since into the thinking of a teenage lothario.
It’s unfortunate just because it’s sort of equal parts creepy and tedious, but that’s the way it goes. I find him generally worth reading anyway, since he’s an extremely talented writer, and has a particular talent for conveying emotional nuance.
And it’s not as if sex is his only obsessively repeated theme. Though the others generally don’t stand out quite so much, he’s at least as likely to have his protagonists drink whiskey and listen to music, or go for aimless walks, or clean house, or iron shirts.
I’m not sure I agree with your psychological analysis, but it is compelling. The wiskey! Every time, there is wiskey! To me it seems more like a misconstruction of what is normal, to create a character that both cool and relatable.
Finished Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. I’ve been reading Murakami in publishing order for a few years now and I was excited to get to this one, since it’s one of his most popular, but it just didn’t really do it for me. It was predictably well-written - I can count on Murakami for that at least. Of course it was also predictably undermined by his sort of pathetic obsession with getting in the pants of every woman ever, but I’ve learned to look past that, so it wasn’t really a problem. It’s just… I can’t quite put my finger on it, but the whole thing felt sort of forced. It was good, but IMO not among his best.
Started and finished Replay by Ken Grimwood. It was odd and disjointed, but satisfying all in all. It’s about a man who dies of a massive heart attack, then awakens as himself at the age of 18, with his memories intact. It goes through his second life fairly quickly though, since that’s not really the point - it’s not just an “If I had it to do all over again” fantasy. Things get interesting when he comes back around to the moment of his death in his previous life, and he dies again, and reawakens younger again. Then the bulk of the story focuses on the nature and meaning and significance of this loop in which he’s found himself. All in all, I liked it, and would recommend it to anyone who finds the idea interesting.
Started The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers. I read it once before, but that was 20 years ago or so. It was the first of his novels I read back then, and inspired me to read a lot more of them, but then it got to the point that his novels were pretty much centered on drinking and only sort of peripherally about anything else, and I lost interest. But I’ve wanted to go back and revisit at least this one and On Stranger Tides, and the time seemed right. And it is just as good as I’d remembered - strange and convoluted and a bit contrived, but compelling.
For me Murakami has been hit or miss, but the I only read three books of his. Norvegian Woods is great, Hardboiled Wonderland is good and very enjoyable, but the I read Killing Commendatore and just could not get into it.
I agree about being put off by the obsession on having sex with any and all women in the plot, for no reason. I don’t really get it either.
The sex thing - I think it’s just a psychological thing that he’s never gotten past. I’ve known people like him (and both male and female).
What almost certainly happened was that he developed psychologically right up until he was somewhere in his late teens or early 20s and he hit a period during which he was on top of his game sexually. He was still in that adolescent phase during which sex is an all-consuming interest, and he had the skills and appeal to generally succeed in his pursuit of it, and he gave himself up entirely to that. And then he never progressed past that stage - he’s been locked ever since into the thinking of a teenage lothario.
It’s unfortunate just because it’s sort of equal parts creepy and tedious, but that’s the way it goes. I find him generally worth reading anyway, since he’s an extremely talented writer, and has a particular talent for conveying emotional nuance.
And it’s not as if sex is his only obsessively repeated theme. Though the others generally don’t stand out quite so much, he’s at least as likely to have his protagonists drink whiskey and listen to music, or go for aimless walks, or clean house, or iron shirts.
So be it.
I’m not sure I agree with your psychological analysis, but it is compelling. The wiskey! Every time, there is wiskey! To me it seems more like a misconstruction of what is normal, to create a character that both cool and relatable.