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Haruki Murakami

Murakami’s Oeuvre. I haven’t even finished this stack yet, and already here’s another one. They’re all Murakami’s books! I won them in a design/illustration-making contest at Nowness. Before joining the contest, I already have my own copies of the eight books on the top. I think I’ll give them to my friends who haven’t tried reading any of Murakami’s work yet. :) So yeah, my Tumblr weather in the coming days will be soused with Jap lit (mostly reviews cross-posted from my GoodReads—I’ve read most of my Murakami when I still didn’t have a Tumblr).

Murakami’s Oeuvre. I haven’t even finished this stack yet, and already here’s another one. They’re all Murakami’s books! I won them in a design/illustration-making contest at Nowness. Before joining the contest, I already have my own copies of the eight books on the top. I think I’ll give them to my friends who haven’t tried reading any of Murakami’s work yet. :) So yeah, my Tumblr weather in the coming days will be soused with Jap lit (mostly reviews cross-posted from my GoodReads—I’ve read most of my Murakami when I still didn’t have a Tumblr).

“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. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. 
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. 
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” 
-Kafka on the Shore (Haruki Murakami)

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. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. 

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. 

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” 

-Kafka on the Shore (Haruki Murakami)

"Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. It’s only a natural feeling."-Kafka on the Shore (Haruki Murakami)

"Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. It’s only a natural feeling."
-Kafka on the Shore (Haruki Murakami)

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.

—Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.

Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

Oshima from Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore.I loved this character very much, even after I learned what “he” really is. ;D 

Oshima from Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore.
I loved this character very much, even after I learned what “he” really is. ;D 

Whenever I think I need a mind-squeeze, all I need to do is grab a Murakami book and let myself be engulfed in the world the author weaves: a place that blurs reality and dreams. Saying that Murakami is very good in doing that is an understatement.
Kafka on the Shore made me fall in love with metaphysical mind-benders. Murakami is truly a master of his craft. He can juggle everything in your head, mix them in a pool of surrealism and turn them in the direction he wants. You can do nothing but to succumb…and enjoy. :D

Whenever I think I need a mind-squeeze, all I need to do is grab a Murakami book and let myself be engulfed in the world the author weaves: a place that blurs reality and dreams. Saying that Murakami is very good in doing that is an understatement.

Kafka on the Shore made me fall in love with metaphysical mind-benders. Murakami is truly a master of his craft. He can juggle everything in your head, mix them in a pool of surrealism and turn them in the direction he wants. You can do nothing but to succumb…and enjoy. :D

Time weighs down on you like an old ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there - to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.

Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore) (via dustcatastrophe)

reading quotes from this book makes me want to pick it up again and re-read it. I so love Kafka Tamura’s introspections…and omg Oedipal prophecy! *le gasp*

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