It’s been about two weeks since I finished Murakami’s new book “Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimmage,” and I still don’t know what to say about it. But it’s about time I said something. Firstly, if you’ve taken a look at The Big Page of Books on this blog you’ll notice that I’ve read almost every single piece Murakami has ever written, incuding his various books of short stories and his nonfiction memoir about running.
In conclusion, I love Murakami. But I didn’t love his new book.
I liked the book, of course, but it failed to bring something new to his repertoire. For example, Murakami’s prevous big release “1Q84,” although consistent with his usual style and subject matter, displayed a level of mysticim beyond his norm. It also revealed the details of the mysticism through an extraordinary number of pages that strung the reader along at a pace that made one want to continue to read, despite it being 3 o’clock in the morning.
To me, “Tsukuru Tazaki” felt like nothing special.
Anyway, I’ll end this blah-feeling post with a list of my favorite Murakami books in order:
and the rest are tied for 7th place:
- Sputnik Sweetheart
- Dance, Dance, Dance
- The Elephant Vanishes
- South of the Border West of the Sun
- A Wild Sheep Chase
- Norweigan Wood
- Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
- After Dark
- What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Pick one up! Read it! Love it!