Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Thoughts: Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
Toru, a quiet and preternaturally serious young college student in Tokyo, is devoted to Naoko, a beautiful and introspective young woman, but their mutual passion is marked by the tragic death of their best friend years before. Toru begins to adapt to campus life and the loneliness and isolation he faces there, but Naoko finds the pressures and responsibilities of life unbearable. As she retreats further into her own world, Toru finds himself reaching out to others and drawn to a fiercely independent and sexually liberated young woman. - via Goodreads
For the past couple of days, I've been thinking about Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. A part of me just wants to shove the memory that I ever read the book aside, but another part keeps nagging me to write something down. To remember.
There's a portion in the novel where Toru, the narrator, describes his best friend Kazuki as someone who always makes you feel like you're part of the group. Since Kizuki committed suicide, more often than not, Toru doesn't fit in. His peers are reading contemporary Japanese authors, while he's immersed in The Great Gatsby.
Toru's feelings of not really being understood touched me the most. Lately, I've been feeling very awkward in social situations. I tend to say the wrong thing, and I always seem to end up asking myself why my social skills have deserted me.
There's also another portion in the novel where Toru feels like he's stuck in a routine. The aforementioned routine is only shaken up by the appearance of either Midori or Naoko. I feel like that. Everyday feels the same. I'm not saying I want a Midori or Naoko of my own, but I wish I could shake myself out of it.
I think I might be having a quarter life crisis. Whatever it is, there's a lot of stuff going on in my head, so I couldn't step away from Norwegian Wood and examine it objectively.