Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Norwegian Wood Finally Won Me Over (tentatively) -Yelin

I have a confession to make that I actually haven't liked Murakami's writing until this point. I found “The Second Bakery Attack” confusing and Wild Sheep Chase was not much better in that respect. However, I really like Norwegian Wood

Usually, I think judging a book as "realistic" or not is difficult. Every work of fiction is fake in a sense. The earliest (ancient greek and roman) definitions of “art” that I was given in a Lit Crit class were “it is an imitation of real things.” It seems like there are many ways that an artist can convince you their work is life-like, and this is not always by objectively sticking close to what reality looks like. It might just be a matter of buying, or not buying, their illusion.

For the most part, I just enjoy the way female characters in Norwegian Wood are written as opposed to how they were written in The Long Goodbye and A Wild Sheep Chase. In Chandler's "Blondes" monologue, what distinguishes different women from each other is the way it feels to be with them: what they look like, how they act on a date, what kind of partners they will have, and so on. In A Wild Sheep Chase, the girlfriend's life outside of their romantic relationship is also fairly murky and unexplained. I enjoy that in Norwegian Wood, I get information about the women's lives. They each have an economic background, a family situation, and their own challenges and pursuit of happiness. I can answer questions about how they live, eat, and work, not just how they look or how they make the main character feel. 

(As a note, I have more reservations now that I’ve read chapter 6, that piano girl scene did honestly throw me for a loop.)

I also just noticed another blog post admitting they did not like Murakami’s writing, which is a funny coincidence!

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