I just finished reading Kafka on the shore yesterday. As most of us, I turned to internet to checkout if there was some sense behind the madness, maybe I was missing a point. As one of the commentators said, It seemed to me as if author was playing with me. Nyway amongst of the reviews and analysis on the web, I enjoyed reading, and liked your’s the best. You don’t devolve into trying to explain the unexplainable, but at the same time are right to point out that the book is a fun read. I agree. May be thats the point of it. Its a dream, elements of it allude to various physical, nonphysical aspects of existance.. but on whole there is not neccesarily a bigger picture. Its a fun read, thats that.

Moiz

Funny little book, wasn’t it? Very frustrating at times, because you don’t know where it is headed. And into the last hundred pages or so, I knew what was coming — I was mentally preparing myself for a lot of loose ends.

If you go to the Murakami forums, they discuss his books like they were the religious text from an era gone by: hidden meanings, metaphysical undertones and so on. Maybe, but I think in Murakami’s case the ride is more important than where he is taking you. Have you read his short stories? The New Yorker features them regularly, and the short stories are exactly what you would expect from him: whacky, enjoyable and somewhat pointless

Col. Sanders has just pimped for Hoshino. Hoshino asks him, why are you dressed like Col. Sanders and Sanders replies, “I wanted to become Mickey Mouse, but Disney had copyright issues”. Hoshino goes, “Also, I wouldn’t have wanted Mickey Mouse to pimp for me”.

Reading Murakami first time is a different experience. He writes well, all the ingredients of the novel is there, but everything seems to be hanging in space. Almost as if he is playing with you.

Doz: See, you aren’t the only one.