During this past year I had rule of reading one book a month and I’ve almost made it! Although a lot of my reading and writing I’ve wanted to keep to myself. However seeing that one of the best thing I know is getting book or film tips from others, it’s time to change that. First up is my latest read; Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki & His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami.
Tsukuru Tazaki grows up in a quiet community where life seems to float by unnoticed, like the atmosphere in most Murakami novels. In collage Tsukuru make friends with four other students whose names all happen, in Japanese, to include a colour: red, blue, white, black. It is only Tsukuru who is colourless, bland. Mesmerised by each other’s personalities, the five of them become inseparable. Until Tsukuru decide to pursue his only dream and passion – building railroad stations. To Tsukuru there is nothing like railroad stations.
Coinciding with this move, one day his four best friends decide to exclude him from the group and tell him that they never ever want to see him again because of what happened. No explanation given. Tsukuru always knew this was coming since he was the desaturated out of the five, but the pain of loss swallows him.
He falls into a chasm of only darkness.
We get to follow him in the haunting aftermath of this break up. Years pass where Tsukuru tries to make sense of the deep betrayal of his friends without luck. Until he meets a woman at the age of 37.
She gives him the ultimatum of solving the mystery that is consuming his soul or else he will never be able to love her. Tsukuru Tazaki sets out on a trip around the world to settle this once in for all. What happened that day seventeen years ago and how has that story progressed since? + lots of sex.
I’d say this is by far not one of my favourite Murakami books as I did find the main character a little too teenage sulky for my taste. Depression is a whole other thing than self-pity, but these lines were often blurred. However, I did like the fact that Murakami left this tale as is, not twisting this man’s grief into a fable of inexplicable mysteries.
Have any of your read it and what were your thoughts?