Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
Haruki Murakami works have acquired a cult status and a huge fan following, but the man himself follows no one (just a peculiar piece of information acquired from a twitterati). Murakami is known to write his work with an air of an ode- Kafka on the shore for Franz Kafka, Norwegian wood for the Beatles and 1Q84 for the Orwell’s famous work 1984. 1Q84 is labeled as Murakami’s magnum opus and each one of ‘em 1328 pages of this addictive literary opioid are truly bewitching.
With the mysterious sect of Sakigake and the equally cryptic characters, Murakami weaves a tale that sets the reader right in the middle of ‘Little People’ and the Air chrysalis they spin. However, it follows (* spare me murakami fans) the same phenomenon he is prone to repeating over and over again; white phantoms coming out of people’s mouth, parallel worlds, mysterious women and their mysteries that you can’t come close to unravelling till the last pages (book in this case). The switch between POVs will kill you at moments, I simply couldn’t resist skipping a Tengo for continuing an interesting Aomame.
But when it comes to actually reading it, be assured that it will consume you. On that note, I think they should make special cells, devoid of all sounds and activities, you can retire to when you start one of Murakami’s 13.
Here is a little something I found on one of the discussions forum.