BOOK REVIEW
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 hearts we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in the fresh air, and change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
Kafka on the Shore follows the fortunes of two remarkable characters. It is the story of a 15-year-old runaway, Kafka who runs away from home to escape from his father’s oedipal prophecy. Kafka’s journey is filled with books and vivid interpretations of music. Nakata, an old man, the tracker of lost cats, who never recovered from a bizarre childhood affliction, finds his pleasantly simplified life suddenly turned upside down, and Miss Saeki, a librarian with a broken past, and their fate are connected somehow. Their parallel odysseys are enriched throughout by vivid accomplices and mesmerizing dramas. Cats talk with people; fishes and leeches fall from the sky; a flute made of cat’s souls; the appearance of Colonel Sanders; forest harbors soldiers un-aged since WW II.
Most Japanese authors write the stories most fascinatingly and peculiarly. Where the beginning of the story won’t go hand in hand with you, but by the time you approach the end of the story, you are totally involved, you get that perfect ending filled with emotions, love, understanding, and a sense of fulfillment, which will make you fall in love with the book.
The book “Kafka on the Shore” is one of the best examples of this fascinating and peculiar way of writing filled with fantasy, the underground world, magic, and a lot more. Though the author does not always provide clear endings or interpretations of his writings, he still manages to win the heart of the readers.
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