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The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle Japan s most highly regarded novelist now vaults into the first ranks of international fiction writers with this heroically imaginative novel, which is at once a detective story, an account of a disintegrating marriage, and an excavation of the buried secrets of World War IIIn a Tokyo suburb a young man named Toru Okada searches for his wife s missing cat Soon he finds himself looking for his wife as well in a netherworld that lies beneath the placid surface of Tokyo As these searches intersect, Okada encounters a bizarre group of allies and antagonists a psychic prostitute a malevolent yet mediagenic politician a cheerfully morbid sixteen year old girl and an aging war veteran who has been permanently changed by the hideous things he witnessed during Japan s forgotten campaign in ManchuriaGripping, prophetic, suffused with comedy and menace, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle is a tour de force equal in scope to the masterpieces of Mishima and PynchonThree books in one volume The Thieving Magpie, Bird as Prophet, The Birdcatcher This translation by Jay Rubin is in collaboration with the author I absolutely adored the book upon starting out It is exquisitely crafted, with each seemingly casual word chosen to illustrate the world into which we have entered It is a lonely world full of half finished stories, abrupt departures, missed connections and deep silences Poor Mr Wind Up Bird, lives on an alley with no exits, in a borrowed life that he could never afford to live without the kindness of his uncle He s just quit his job, as he has no idea of where to go with his life, but is I absolutely adored the book upon starting out It is exquisitely crafted, with each seemingly casual word chosen to illustrate the world into which we have entered It is a lonely world full of half finished stories, abrupt departures, missed connections and deep silences Poor Mr Wind Up Bird, lives on an alley with no exits, in a borrowed life that he could never afford to live without the kindness of his uncle He s just quit his job, as he has no idea of where to go with his life, but is dissatisfied with its current course He lives with a wife that he never seems to really speak to, in a routine existence in which she is often late or absent, or spends her time repressing everything she chooses to say to him Murakami meticulously illustrates this quietly painful existence in all of Mr Wind Up Bird s movements, whether it is missed phone calls, a wasted dinner, or a frozen statue of a bird never able to take flight This sort of language kept me going throughout the book even when I lost my patience with other things.Mr Wind Up Bird s relationship with May Kashara was my favorite part of the book She is something of a wise child character, able to distill what Murakami is only hinting at into aobvious, if odd and seemingly quaint statement She is a wonderful character who brings light and movement to the pages, and pushes the plot along, if only in Mr Wind Up Bird s head I kept looking ahead, if only to find out how long it was until she appeared again.What I did not like The endless repetition of the spiritual mumbo jumbo, of the prophets who just know, when something is going to happen, of the endless discussion of the flow, and various other points of odd zen claptrap that really pushed me out of the story, and the reader entirely out of the reality I think a part of the book s charm is that it hovers so close around the edges of reality, and gradually, this book just seemed to leave that behind I appreciated the message of a bundle of stories all being woven together, stories that stop and start as people pass through them, are read and discarded as they are of use But this went far beyond the borders of surreality into quite a confusing fog Perhaps I missed something, but it became very difficult to push myself through this seemingly unrelated part That entire middle section with the extended stories of Cinammon and Nutmeg, and the increasing weirdness of Creta Kano, the side stories of Lieutenant Mamiya, etc I lost patience with the book and almost gave up several times, because that s how I thought the rest of the book would be The introduction of random characters and tales that are really not material to the plot or necessary to the points that Murakami is making.Thankfully, the tale wound back down into amanageable area towards the end I m glad I finished it, if only to see the end of May Kashara.I wish I had loved thisconsistently that it turned out that I did I wish I could give it 3.5 stars I m sticking with the definition of the stars in terms of liked it, or loved it I was somewhere changeably in between between depending on the section of the book review originally written in 2008, edited since I had been wondering where my cat was when the phone rang It was a woman offering to have no strings sex with me I made some non committal remarks to her and put the receiver down I hate those cold callers I had nothing to do that day, or any other day, so I walked down the back alley and fell into a desultory conversation with a random 16 year old girl who had a wooden leg and a parrot on her shoulder She suggested I help her make some easy money by counting bald people That sounded about I had been wondering where my cat was when the phone rang It was a woman offering to have no strings sex with me I made some non committal remarks to her and put the receiver down I hate those cold callers I had nothing to do that day, or any other day, so I walked down the back alley and fell into a desultory conversation with a random 16 year old girl who had a wooden leg and a parrot on her shoulder She suggested I help her make some easy money by counting bald people That sounded about as good as anything else to me, after all, as I have already explained, i had nothing to do At all And I was doing it It was kind of a cool period in my life when i wasn t really doing anything I didn t have a job, I had become estranged from my family and for some reason I could not quite put my finger on, i had no friends So we counted the bald people for a while and then we stopped We went back home, or should i say, she went back to her home, and I, of course, went back to mine, where I prepared a simple evening meal consisting of grated cucumber, a little olive oil, half a smoked mackerel and a pot of basil I didn t put the tv on because I didn t have a tv because if i had had a tv i might have switched it on and seen something on it that was actually interesting Then the cold calling sex woman rang again and this time she said that she couldn t quite tell me how she knew this but she knew something was going to happen to me but she did not say when it would I decided to rehang the curtains in the front room But not right away Maybe later I picked up the novel I was reading It was a long one by a very modish Japanese writer called Haruki Murakami It was about this English guy called Paul Bryant He was kind of dull but all these weird unexplained things kept happening like he was a magnet for all the weirdness around I don t know how to explain it Neither did he Neither did Haruki Marukami I read for an hour and found I was on page 303, which in my paperback edition, was the exact centre point of the novel I put it down I had a feeling that in this novel things would continue to happen but the things would all be made of blancmange, a tasteless gooey substance which looks a little like wallpaper paste but isn t And the people in the novel would all be not really real but also not really not real, if you know what I mean My arm felt slightly tired holding the book I shifted to a different reading posture on my couch but it did not help The strength went out of my arm I do not know why As you may have noticed, I do not know anything at all I struggle to recall my name on most days The novel fell from my hand I had the feeling I would never pick it up again I did not know why I had that feeling, but I was pretty sure that I had it at the time I was having it Although later, I was almost sure I had no memory of it When I looked up a completely naked woman was sitting at the table eating a slice of thinly buttered toast I asked her who she was and she said she was not at that point in a position to be able to divulge that information She asked if she could borrow my car I explained it had been taken by my wife who had left me two weeks ago This did not seem to phase her I noticed that her body was almost the same as that of my wife She had two breasts, two nipples, and although the table was obscuring the lower parts of her anatomy I was sure that the rest of her was also not dissimilar She consumed three pieces of toast and told me in a cool voice that I would never see my cat again except possibly in a place that began with the letter H or has a H in the name somewhere She borrowed my wife s smart summer coat and a pair of her stilettos and left after about 15 minutes It began to rain but I did not notice I thought about paying my electricity bill A part of me wishes that I hadn t read it yet so I could still read it for the first time and be mesmerized.It is quiet difficult for me to describe what this book was like It is surreal and psychedelic It is mysterious, something out of this world You just need to stop questioning things and let yourself get carried away It begins with a seemingly ordinary day in the life of a very ordinary man But things only gets strange and stranger from there dreams spill into reality, lines between A part of me wishes that I hadn t read it yet so I could still read it for the first time and be mesmerized.It is quiet difficult for me to describe what this book was like It is surreal and psychedelic It is mysterious, something out of this world You just need to stop questioning things and let yourself get carried away It begins with a seemingly ordinary day in the life of a very ordinary man But things only gets strange and stranger from there dreams spill into reality, lines between natural and supernatural are smudged, a guy sitting deep down in a well digs into his subconscious, a boy s personality is stolen by the devil, a miraculous blue mark on a cheek heals people.unusual characters drift in, tell their unusual stories and leave About 2 3rd of my way into the book I was going crazy to know where it was all going So it was a relief to get to the end where some of these bizarre happenings were explained But getting to the end of the book was also like being rudely woken up from the most wonderful dream And I didn t want this dream like experience to be over.Amidst all of this, Murakami addresses the themes of alienation, loneliness, an individual s search for identity He questions the national identity as well while exploring some horrifying stories about the second world war True he leaves a lot of questions to be answered, but it is one of those books where the journey mattersthan where the story finally leads you In a few places the prose is a bit too wordy and repetitious May be it is a flawed masterpiece, but a masterpiece nonetheless.And this was how my Murakami love began WATER IS GOODYou, the politician with the psychopath eyes on the T.V I hate youRussian scheming Where the fuck is my cat And why did I name him after you Mr Psychopath EYESWarBloodDeath Zoo animals My dreams are wack, yo but WAIT Are they really dreams No way man, I totally did it with her for real Skinning people alive Wacky woman with the Huge red hat, tell me Are you a psychic OR ARE YOU NOT What a cool walkway between the HOUSES telephonetelephoneRing, Ring, Ring H WATER IS GOODYou, the politician with the psychopath eyes on the T.V I hate youRussian scheming Where the fuck is my cat And why did I name him after you Mr Psychopath EYESWarBloodDeath Zoo animals My dreams are wack, yo but WAIT Are they really dreams No way man, I totally did it with her for real Skinning people alive Wacky woman with the Huge red hat, tell me Are you a psychic OR ARE YOU NOT What a cool walkway between the HOUSES telephonetelephoneRing, Ring, Ring Hellloooo Damnit Bitch, SHOW YOUR FACE Write me a letter Chatting through computer COMMUNICATE WITH ME DAMNIT Thoroughly, P LLEASEOpen yourself to the flow.Creta is so sexy.Fucked up childhoods Am I gonna get aJoborWhat Okay, SpotAndRate TheBaldMEN Dontja have that Devil Child Do what you re Told, Soldier Why the fuck won t this chemically imbalanced 16 year old girl leave me alone Is she sick or something Wait, I kinda like her I like her too, Toru Bloody bloody baseball batsThe media is on toyaBusta Do you hear that bird Another Murakami protagonist that likes beer Oh I could spot your handwriting ANYWHERE, my dear So much mystiquePerceptions aren t reliable I never have a full GRASP Lots of associations IntrospectIntrospect BEAT MY HEADNothing in life is 100% knowable 100% accurate 100% reliable..man that house creeps me out The flow of outside forces can shape your destiny, but even when it s a negative flow you shouldn t always fight it A famous fashion designerI m never going to have closure, am IBackwards, and forwards, and forwards and backwards, plenty of time, lost track of time, and WTF is time, anyway Numb, can t feel any.SOOO MUCH PAIN I heart wells Ugly ass mark on cheek I MISS MY WIFE, DAMNIT Transcendence..Oh fuck what is reality And it s all connected in some grasping, magical, meaningful way What You wanted at least some normal, put together sentences as the review Fine, a few sentences This book was wonderfully odd I loved it Murakami toys in the subconscious, where many unknown but important things brew He gets you to exist in the imaginative, fun parts of the mind where curiosities, color, and meaning abound He creates scattered, strange, fragmented, powerful images that end up connecting with just the right timing, creating something indescribable, yet satisfying He manages to meld the unbelievable with the everyday, craftily, so that what would typically seem like fantasy, takes on real life He allows us to intuitively grasp the wider ranges in our perceptions.Two quick tips 1 Don t jump into this book expecting anything linear or expecting everything to match up and make complete sense 2 Read this as if you re meditating make it a flowing part of your psyche recognize the ingenious connections that exist, but don t directly analyze Put simpler, make it a right brain activity instead of a left brain activity

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