Kafka on the shores (Book)

This is the first Haruki Murakami book I have read. So I had no idea of what to expect. I mean I got two Murakami books for Christmas so some kind of hint it was: “This is something you outta read”

So there I am reading. Two main stories with several sub-plots merging together. A book who tells of these worlds as a surrealistic place – coexisting with modern spirits?? and other worlds. Basically it is a modern fairy tale - mixing many different writing styles and telling styles.

The book starts up rather innocent. The story is concise and forward, and Murakami does not waste words. And the more you get hooked into the story – the weirder it gets. The slower it gets.

It is not so easy to keep an eye on what it is really about. But for sure it is about growing up. – And all the confusion it can make. In this book it is taken as far as the full Oedipus complex – all the way.

It is also about love. Love that crosses any boundary like time, place, reality, good and evil.

One thing that is very important in the bi-plots is the questioning of what is a meaningful life. What makes a good life, what makes a meaningless life and what to do to get more meaning in life.

The story goes slower as closer to the end we get. In fact the last 200 pages is a long, slow climax. And yet you can hardly put the book away because you are hooked.

And therefore, even if the end concludes the main plots, and some sub-plots in away, there is no real conclusion, you don’t really mind as you are exhausted of Murakami play with your mind.

All in all it’s a good book. And I had nothing better to do than start reading the next one.