''Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step."This is how we all feel some days -- just have to close your eyes, plug up your ears, and keep walking.
I'm reading the book and enjoying it; though I am not sure I am following and experiencing every mind-bending journey the author takes us on. Like the first Murakami book I read, Sputnik Sweatheart, this one is also ..
...about loneliness and isolation; about the painfully fragmentary nature of our effect upon one another - the terrifying thought that maybe not even real, human love forges connections, that space, time and inexplicable events will always snake their way between ourselves and others.And the blurring of reality and warping of time that makes us survive this loneliness.
I get a feeling one has to read this book a few times to appreciate and enjoy it more but who has the time. It's enough that I read it once. Next, I need to read his much praised Wind-up Bird Chronicle.
Update: Coincidentally, just this week via a Time magazine page, readers can ask the author questions.
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