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ねじまき鳥クロニクル Nejimakidori kuronikuru kindle Ý eBook 9780965341981 Free î reflectionslisburnltd × Japan's most highly regarded novelist now vaults into the first ranks of international fiction writers with this heroically imaginative novel wOus things he witnessed during Japan's forgotten campaign in ManchuriaGripping prophetic suffused with comedy and menace The Wind Up Bird Chronicle is a tour de force eual in scope to the masterpieces of Mishima and PynchonThree books in one volume The Thieving Magpie Bird as Prophet The Birdcatcher This translation by Jay Rubin is in collaboration with the autho Toru Okada recently uit his job at the law office and has been spending his time alone in the house all day while his wife Kumiko goes to work One day while cooking he receives a strange phone call from a women claiming to know him He can't recognize her voice though and becomes confused by this turn of events Kumiko is worried because recently their cat disappeared Usually their cat comes home after a while even though he wanders off and so Toru goes off in search of the cat On his search he meets and befriend the neighbor girl May Kasahara who is staying home from school after getting into an accident May and Toru spend time together watching and waiting to see if the cat will come home Things take an even weirder turn when Kumiko tells her husband to consult with Malta Kano who helps people and Kumiko knows through her brother Noboru Wataya Toru hates Noboru Wataya and is confused by this turn in events even so when Kumiko doesn't seem to come home one night leading him to set out to search for her and get caught in a complex web all pertaining to Noboru WatayaThis was my first Haruki Murakami book and I really enjoyed it it's definitely a new favorite I tend to enjoy magical realism a lot and I loved the writing and the characters and the themes that were explored in the book I really enjoyed May and her obsession with death and her struggling to understand it and I enjoyed so much of the ideas that came up about relationships I also just love mysticism and books that are on the ideological side I think it was incorporated really well with the plot and the way things came up through out the book felt so natural which is hard to do in my opinion The writing was also really great and I loved the repetition and the way so many things in the book would occur again and again I can't explain why it appealed to me so much but it just did I also loved the way things tied up together I love when story lines work together interlocking webs of events and ideas The only thing I may be some what iffy on is the ending only because it felt abrupt in comparison to the rest of the book Also things weren't really clear and I don't think we receive a good explanation for what was actually happening Which may have been the point but I'm not smart enough to figure out why he may have done that if anyone has any ideas?

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Nds himself looking for his wife as well in a netherworld that lies beneath the placid surface of Tokyo As these searches intersect Okada encounters a bizarre group of allies and antagonists a psychic prostitute; a malevolent yet mediagenic politician; a cheerfully morbid sixteen year old girl; and an aging war veteran who has been permanently changed by the hide Y'know what? I give up I'm never going to finish this I don't think Murakami's a hack and I know that everybody except me thinks he's a genius and I also understand or specifically have had it angrily explained to me that my dislike for Murakami has to do with me being an American asshole who can't see through her own cultural imperialism enough to appreciate the way Japanese people like Murakami write novels I acknowledge all these thingsBut at the same time nothing about this works for me I'm not excited about a bland everyman; I'm not interested in an atmosphere where literally anything could happen but mostly what does is that people say vague things to him; I'm not sucked in by the occasionally exposited backstory I know I should be able to go along with the vague sense of unease but it just doesn't do anything for me I mean probably it's a very culturally Japanese sort of unease that doesn't speak to me but 200 pages in I'm just like whatever So whatever I give up

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ねじまき鳥クロニクル Nejimakidori kuronikuruJapan's most highly regarded novelist now vaults into the first ranks of international fiction writers with this heroically imaginative novel which is at once a detective story an account of a disintegrating marriage and an excavation of the buried secrets of World War IIIn a Tokyo suburb a young man named Toru Okada searches for his wife's missing cat Soon he fi I had been wondering where my cat was when the phone rang It was a woman offering to have no strings sex with me I made some non committal remarks to her and put the receiver down I hate those cold callers I had nothing to do that day or any other day so I walked down the back alley and fell into a desultory conversation with a random 16 year old girl who had a wooden leg and a parrot on her shoulder She suggested I help her make some easy money by counting bald people That sounded about as good as anything else to me after all as I have already explained i had nothing to do At all And I was doing it It was kind of a cool period in my life when i wasn't really doing anything I didn't have a job I had become estranged from my family and for some reason I could not uite put my finger on i had no friends So we counted the bald people for a while and then we stopped We went back home or should i say she went back to her home and I of course went back to mine where I prepared a simple evening meal consisting of grated cucumber a little olive oil half a smoked mackerel and a pot of basil I didn't put the tv on because I didn't have a tv because if i had had a tv i might have switched it on and seen something on it that was actually interesting Then the cold calling sex woman rang again and this time she said that she couldn't uite tell me how she knew this but she knew something was going to happen to me but she did not say when it would I decided to rehang the curtains in the front room But not right away Maybe later I picked up the novel I was reading It was a long one by a very modish Japanese writer called Haruki Murakami It was about this English guy called Paul Bryant He was kind of dull but all these weird unexplained things kept happening like he was a magnet for all the weirdness around I don't know how to explain it Neither did he Neither did Haruki Marukami I read for an hour and found I was on page 303 which in my paperback edition was the exact centre point of the novel I put it down I had a feeling that in this novel things would continue to happen but the things would all be made of blancmange a tasteless gooey substance which looks a little like wallpaper paste but isn't And the people in the novel would all be not really real but also not really not real if you know what I mean My arm felt slightly tired holding the book I shifted to a different reading posture on my couch but it did not help The strength went out of my arm I do not know why As you may have noticed I do not know anything at all I struggle to recall my name on most days The novel fell from my hand I had the feeling I would never pick it up again I did not know why I had that feeling but I was pretty sure that I had it at the time I was having it Although later I was almost sure I had no memory of it When I looked up a completely naked woman was sitting at the table eating a slice of thinly buttered toast I asked her who she was and she said she was not at that point in a position to be able to divulge that information She asked if she could borrow my car I explained it had been taken by my wife who had left me two weeks ago This did not seem to phase her I noticed that her body was almost the same as that of my wife She had two breasts two nipples and although the table was obscuring the lower parts of her anatomy I was sure that the rest of her was also not dissimilar She consumed three pieces of toast and told me in a cool voice that I would never see my cat again except possibly in a place that began with the letter H or has a H in the name somewhere She borrowed my wife's smart summer coat and a pair of her stilettos and left after about 15 minutes It began to rain but I did not notice I thought about paying my electricity bill