I was quite anxious to read Kafka on the Shore, especially after I?ve heard that?s as good as Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. Even better, they said. So, for weeks I've been trying to borrow it in a public library, unsuccessfully. I was almost prepared to buy ?the damn thing?, when I finally found it. I was so happy! ?It?s act of God,?I said.
You can?t imagine my astonishment, when I discovered its "true nature?:
Morbidity: Johnnie Walker takes pleasure in butchering cats by cutting their hearts out and eating them, while they're still beating, because he wants to make a flute, or whatever ?
Bizarreness: the school children fall into some kind of trance, from which they can?t wake up for hours, because they saw teacher?s towels soaked up with menstrual blood
Perversion: 15th year old boy lusts for 50th year old woman, for who he has a suspicion to be his mother, and, of course, she knows that; eventually he sleeps with her;
a young woman performs a handjob on the same 15th year old boy and at the same time, wishing to be his sister?
And above all else, BOREDOM: the novel is unnecessary long (my copy has 490 pages) and ?outstretched?. The characters are two-dimensional and shallow. The female characters are just plain T E R R I B L E!!!
Personally, I can handle morbidity, bizarreness, and even perversion, in a literature (though, I?m not so sure about boredom), when they're in some connection with a story, ?justified?, so to speak. However, in this novel that won?t be the case. Here, nothing makes sense at all.
There?s a mention of the myth about Oedipus. What?! Where?! Why?! How?! I don?t know!!! Do you?!
The boy flees from home. Why and to go where?! To a gym?! Or a library, perhaps?! Oh, come on! Please!
I thought Norwegian Wood is his worst novel. How wrong I was! Nevertheless, I forgave him.
I?m not sure I?d be able to do that this time. Again. Sorry!