Kafka on the Shore
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A tour de force of metaphysical reality, it is powered by two remarkable characters: a teenage boy, Kafka Tamura, who runs away from home either to escape a gruesome oedipal prophecy or to search for his long-missing mother and sister; and an aging simpleton called Nakata, who never recovered from a wartime affliction and now is drawn toward Kafka for reasons that, like the most basic activities of daily life, he cannot fathom. Their odyssey, as mysterious to them as it is to us, is enriched throughout by vivid accomplices and mesmerizing events. Cats and people carry on conversations, a ghostlike pimp employs a Hegel-quoting prostitute, a forest harbors soldiers apparently unaged since World War II, and rainstorms of fish (and worse) fall from the sky. There is a brutal murder, with the identity of both victim and perpetrator a riddle–yet this, along with everything else, is eventually answered, just as the entwined destinies of Kafka and Nakata are gradually revealed, with one escaping his fate entirely and the other given a fresh start on his own.
Extravagant in its accomplishment, Kafka on the Shore displays one of the world’s truly great storytellers at the height of his powers.
As for myself:
I guess this truly is a surrealistic and metaphysical book, kind of like abstract art in words, as someone else put it, or a bit like David Lynch. Should I be trying to make sense out of this? Do the pieces fit together, or only obliquely, that being part of the interest of the novel?
I was grabbed to the book till the very end, but I can’t honestly say I liked it because it’s so strange, so bizarre… On the other hand, I can't honestly say I disliked it. Confused? So am I!!
From a virtual BookBox, held by ElHurricane, here it goes with my sincere apologies for the delay.
Hope you like it!