Reasonably quiet and peaceful. Sundays, I do not like to go out. I prefer my nest instead – reading, writing, simply lazying around. However, I am glad I did manage to finish reading a book though, after a long time – but honestly it was because, the book was simply un-put-downable.
My friends had strongly recommended that I read Haruki Murakami sometime. This time I did. I picked up South of The Border, West of The Sun. There were other books too, written by him on the Crossword Shelf, but this one was the brief-est of all. I thought it would be quick to read and judge the work of a Japanese Author, the one I was trying for the first time. And, I must say I am happy, I made that choice. A different author’s book, of a different origin, excites me – leaves me hopeful of a different perception. Undoubtedly, Haruki’s sheer eloquence impressed me and got me hooked to this book.
Haruki Murakami’s South of The Border, West of The Sun
The story, not so unusual but crafted quite unusually – about love, life, loss and pain that it almost lingers on your mind for quite some time. It’s Hajime and Shimamoto’s journey of life, with other characters who lend strength to the ongoing tale. Some instances were so believable, and the way it’s penned down created a successful imagery of events while reading. Also, loved the way he described nature at several instances – absolutely poetry-injected.
As always, here’s an excerpt from the book – “Our world’s like living in a desert. Rain falls and the flowers bloom. No rain, they wither up. Bugs are eaten by lizards, lizards are eaten by birds. But, in the end every one of them does. They die and dry up. One generation dies, and the next one takes over. That’s how it goes. Lots of different ways to live, And lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn’t make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.”