There is really something about reading a book on a quiet, rainy night while Bob Dylan plays in the background.
In short, I just finished my first Haruki Murakami book and I guess this begins another burden on my wallet as I want to read more of Haruki Murakami. I have thank/blame saturnine for his impromptu book recommendation the other day we met, although I’ve already been quite interested to read Haruki for a while.
On the book itself, I must say it was a really engaging read, but it was still simple enough that I could put the book away for a long time and come back to it without feeling lost. I think it’s the lack of proper names that made that possible. Referring everyone directly to their role in the story is actually makes the story stick to my memory easier. It’s also how I remember people in real life too. I almost never remember anyone’s proper names, but instead store them as nicknames/Internet handles/short descriptions.
One thing that really jumps out to me is how the End of the World portions eerily mirror the premise of Haibane Renmei closely that I couldn’t help draw parallels to it, even though I’m aware that the book was written 17 years before it was even conceived. Perhaps Yoshitoshi ABe was a big fan of Haruki too.
Hmm.. I wonder which title should I get next to read? Thinking of getting Norwegian Wood next since it’s in chronological order after Hard-boiled.