And that really, I miss beauty products posts but my hands seem to reject typing them. I guess I must get them book posts out of the way before I move on.
I'd have to admit that I haven't read a Murakami novel prior, yet I find myself recommending this author's works to just about anyone I know. Back in 2009, I gifted a friend with his book Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman without having the chance to read it before giving it to her. I was eventually glad to have given her this choice, for she seemed to have liked it so much, she then told me she was the seventh man, of which I'd have to conduct my research on.
For now, let me share with you my thoughts on Norwegian Wood, something that I will describe, given only a few lines would be: It's like eating Japanese cuisine: raw and healthy.
Somewhere between 'not enough' and 'not at all.' I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it --- to be fed so much love I couldn't take it anymore. Just once. But they never gave that to me. Never, not once.
That song can make me feel so sad. 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. That's why Reiko plays it unless I request it.
Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life. It’s a cliché translated into words, but at the time I felt it not as words but as that knot of air inside me. Death exists - in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a pool table - and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.
Midori: How much do you love me?
Toru: Enough to melt all the tigers of the world into butter.
“I broke up with him. Just like that.” Midori put a Marlboro in her mouth, shielded it with her hand as she lit up, and inhaled.
“Why?’!” she screamed. “Are you crazy? 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? Why do you even have to ask? Why do you have to make a girl say something like this? I like you more than I like him, that’s all. I wish I had fallen in love with somebody a little more handsome, of course. But I didn’t.
I fell in love with you!”
“You enjoy solitude?” she asked, resting her cheek on her hand. “Travelling alone, eating alone, sitting by yourself in lecture halls …”
“Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.”