i just finished norwegian wood by murakami; i had read teeny bits from it over the course of months (not for any reason other than life) but finally had the time to read a lot at once throughout the past week. i honestly really enjoyed it! it had such a dreamlike quality to it; everything was hyper-specific yet hazy at the same time, not unlike real nostalgia. it was an extremely realistic portrayal of grief and the way death is ever present, always gnawing, even among the living – that it's "not the opposite of life, but an innate part of it" as he put it. i can at the same time understand why it's so polarizing, as there were... def some narrative choices that had me questioning, and i ofc always think men can do a better job with their characterization of women. i do think the oddness adds to its charm, though, and that there's much to be gained from the questions it poses and conclusions it comes to. i'm definitely interested in reading more of his work; a girl at a coffee shop saw me reading, stopped to tell me she loved it, and that i should move onto the wind up bird chronicle next, so i think i'll trust her











