I finished reading Norwegian Wood this morning. It would be fair to say that the book depressed the crap out of me. Before scouring the Internet to see what I should make of this book, I was swept away by a mound of paper cutting, painting, thumb tacking, and the non-elusive world of paper cuts. But, somewhere in the back of my mind, the character I loved most stayed with me. Since I have been accused of spoilers recently, I won’t go into the details, but I could positively say that I could see her on the board in my cafeteria. She didn’t have sad eyes, but I thought of her long and hard as I stood looking at scribbled text that was her picture. I can’t seem to recall what I thought but I saw her in front of me. Like she knew that I knew her story. Like she knew that I wondered what happened. She asked for no commiserations. At all. She just stared at me and I looked back at her. Hurriedly, I fiddled with scissors, coloured paper and sketch pens, and went back to my desk.
Now that I think about it, it seems totally weird to me that I could do something so mind-bogglingly childish when a whole life just fell apart. It didn’t make me sad. I just went on. I picked up a paper, a scissor, some pens, and went back to make a flag. A flag! I mean, really. What’s the point?
A girl lost everything.
And I made a damned flag!
I hope this post inspires me to take up Murakami’s “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman” again which I have abandoned for quite some time now.
Really? Why would you want to? I’m not sure if he writes sad stuff in each of his books.
I’m about 75 pc thru with 1Q84… It isn’t half as depressing as Norwegian Wood but pretty impactful writing… And I like his style – sharp in some places and long and winding in some others…
The style is good. I agree. I will try it out. I won’t just write him off. Thank you!