I am the sixth skeleton
I've managed to finish another Murakami novel although I can't say I've fully comprehended what the fuck went on in "Dance Dance Dance." But at least I can safely say I got to the last page of that book, which can't be said for Burroughs "Junky" which alienated me so much I barely got halfway.
But I still can't bring myself to say I like or dislike Murakami's works. "Hard Boiled Wonderland" "Dance X 3" and "Wind Up Bird Chronicle" were immensely painful to read, particularly "Hard Boiled", and yet I could not bring myself to drop the books, which was what happened to "Junky"
LIke it or not, I can't help but feel like I'm part of Murakami's twisted noir world, even when I can't make any sense of the world. After "Dance X 3", I couldn't help but feel I was the sixth skeleton, lifeless, meaningless, but invariably, irrevocably and undeniably an integral part of just one of many labyrinth dimensions.
I feel stupid, exhausted, misanthropic and dysthymic. And yet I know I simply must read "Sputnik Sweetheart" before I turn my back on Murakami for good.
But I still can't bring myself to say I like or dislike Murakami's works. "Hard Boiled Wonderland" "Dance X 3" and "Wind Up Bird Chronicle" were immensely painful to read, particularly "Hard Boiled", and yet I could not bring myself to drop the books, which was what happened to "Junky"
LIke it or not, I can't help but feel like I'm part of Murakami's twisted noir world, even when I can't make any sense of the world. After "Dance X 3", I couldn't help but feel I was the sixth skeleton, lifeless, meaningless, but invariably, irrevocably and undeniably an integral part of just one of many labyrinth dimensions.
I feel stupid, exhausted, misanthropic and dysthymic. And yet I know I simply must read "Sputnik Sweetheart" before I turn my back on Murakami for good.