I have always wanted to read Murakami. I just never found the time. Since this is my 30th year on earth, I thought I would treat myself to ‘nice things’. So I got Kafka On The Shore. Admittedly I didn’t know what to expect. A lot of time was spent trying to decide which of his books to start with. I’m not sure what exactly made me choose this one.
I will admit that my schedule was a little crazy so I ended up reading the first half of the book in a very disjointed way. This may have interfered with my understanding/enjoyment. On a flight to Johannesburg, I decided to give it another try.
It’s a story about two seemingly unrelated characters who couldn’t be any more different. The first is Kafka; a 15 year old run away. He is not running from anyone but a prophecy. The other is Nakata (one of my favourite characters); a man who can speak to cats but isn’t very intelligent. Their stories intertwine in a magical and bizarre way that left me saying “what the…”
I’ve read many authors but none like Murakami. He really trusts that you will follow him into a world where everything makes sense but not in a way that you might understand. It is raw, honest, beautiful, real and unreal. In one of my busiest months so far, I allowed myself to steal a few minutes (between meetings etc) and get lost in Murakami’s world.