| Title | : | 1Q84 (1Q84, #1-3) |
| Author | : | |
| Rating | : | |
| ISBN | : | 0307593312 |
| ISBN-10 | : | 9780307593313 |
| Language | : | English |
| Format Type | : | Hardcover |
| Number of Pages | : | 925 |
| Publication | : | First published May 28, 2009 |
| Awards | : | Andrew Carnegie Medal Fiction (2012), Premi Ictineu Millor novel·la traduïda (2012), Goodreads Choice Award Fiction (2011), International Dublin Literary Award Shortlist (2013) |
A young woman named Aomame follows a taxi driver’s enigmatic suggestion and begins to notice puzzling discrepancies in the world around her. She has entered, she realizes, a parallel existence, which she calls 1Q84 —“Q is for ‘question mark.’ A world that bears a question.” Meanwhile, an aspiring writer named Tengo takes on a suspect ghostwriting project. He becomes so wrapped up with the work and its unusual author that, soon, his previously placid life begins to come unraveled.
As Aomame’s and Tengo’s narratives converge over the course of this single year, we learn of the profound and tangled connections that bind them ever closer: a beautiful, dyslexic teenage girl with a unique vision; a mysterious religious cult that instigated a shoot-out with the metropolitan police; a reclusive, wealthy dowager who runs a shelter for abused women; a hideously ugly private investigator; a mild-mannered yet ruthlessly efficient bodyguard; and a peculiarly insistent television-fee collector.
A love story, a mystery, a fantasy, a novel of self-discovery, a dystopia to rival George Orwell’s — 1Q84 is Haruki Murakami’s most ambitious undertaking yet: an instant best seller in his native Japan, and a tremendous feat of imagination from one of our most revered contemporary writers.
1Q84 (1Q84, #1-3) Reviews
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I've decided that 2017 will be the year I take on my TBR "long list". I always find myself torn between the ever-growing pile of ARCs and recent releases I want to read, and those books I've been meaning to read forever but keep putting off. So I've decided to read a book from my "long list" alongside the ARCs/new releases I'm currently reading.
1Q84 got to be the first.
Midnight's Children will be the second. And then - deep breath - on to
Infinite Jest and maybe the rest of - gasp -
In Search of Lost Time.
As for
1Q84, for a 1100+ page book, it was extremely readable. Very easy to dip in and out of in a way that I suspect some of the others on my list won't be. The translation is perfectly smooth. I enjoyed the story and the characters, especially Aomame, who is a total badass and spends her spare time disposing of men who are violent towards women.
It's really hard to explain what it's about. Several people have spotted me reading this beast and have expressed curiosity over the story and I'm like "Um, so it's kind of a magical realism dystopia set in 1984 with parallel universes, religious cults, and a love story". Well, I guess that about sums it up.
The story moves between the perspectives of Aomame who "offs" abusive men, and Tengo who is an aspiring novelist. Though their stories are separate for the most part, it becomes apparent as the tale unfolds that Aomame and Tengo's pasts - and futures - are entwined. Aomame's "job" leads her toward the religious cult, Sakigake, and Tengo agrees to participate in a rewrite of a novel - Air Chrysalis - by Fuka-Eri, a young woman who escaped said religious cult.
The rewriting of the book sparks many strange events, as the plot gives up some of Sakigake's darkest secrets. As parts of Air Chrysalis start to bleed into reality, we see that this might not be the world it always was; that at some point, something changed, and 1984 became 1Q84.
I'm not going to lie to you - I have never read a 1100+ page book that didn't waffle on in parts, and this one is no exception. There are times when Murakami's attention to detail, especially attention to the small behaviours of characters living alone, becomes too much, and repetitive. I grew tired of hearing about Aomame's dissatisfaction with her breasts (sex, sexual desire and the human body are some of the major themes in Murakami's work). And yet, I looked forward to picking it up again. The story interested me. The characters interested me. I needed to know what would happen.
One thing I can say for certain is that I've never read anything quite like it.
1Q84 is a bizarre blend of fantasy, religion, sex, and loneliness, and everything is connected in subtle ways. There's a whole lot of synchronicity, which in itself feels like an act of synchronicity, given the mentions of Carl Jung, who himself first explained the concept. But, most of all - and surprisingly - the story is romantic and hopeful. For a book that gets up to its neck in the bizarre and otherworldly, it was pleasing yet strange to see it all come back to a love story. Even a cold unromantic like me was convinced.
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I just finished 1Q84 and already I've begun to notice strange peculiarities in the world around me. As I closed the book and stood up, I looked around my shabby apartment. Same walls, same badly painted walls, same James Dean poster, but something seemed off. Something infinitesimal. The walls seemed closer or were they further away? And James, wasn't there a cigarette clasped between your lips before? Now you're just staring off into space with that amazing, casual air of indifference. I shut my eyes and shake my head. It's just the residual effect of Murakami's prose, I tell myself. Nothing more. I went about the rest of my day as usual but late that night I fell into a restless sleep. I had the strangest dream...
I dreamt of him. You know... the one. The one I love. The one separated from me because of timing and distance and all the other inane trivialities that prevent us from taking the next logical step. In my dream he was reading 1Q84 as well. Well actually he was just finishing it, closing it with a self-satisfied thwack, for it is quite a tome. Then he just sat there, comtemplatively, his fingers steepled together in a pyramid under his chin. And suddenly I appeared there with him in my dream.
I, like, just walked in from off-stage and sat down on the floor in front of him cross-legged. Is it weird to appear in your own dream? I don't know if that's ever happened to me before. Anyways, we just talked all night about 1Q84, about Tengo and Aomame, the star-crossed, NO moon-crossed lovers. We talked about the people they knew and loved. Ayumi, Komatsu and Tengo's dad. Tengo's married older lover. The dowager that befriends and mentors Aomame and her stoic level-headed gay bodyguard Tamaru. We discussed Fuka-Eri and the strange cult, Sakigake, she escaped, and the stranger story she wrote that Tengo had been hired to ghostwrite: Air Chrysalis. How this story acts as a catalyst for the whole novel, it gets is moving. Ushikawa, Leader, Buzzcut and Ponytail, Tsubasa, Professor Ebisuno, and the three nurses that Tengo meets. How he compares them to the witches from Macbeth. And so many literary references, it's like Murakami is name dropping! Dickens, Proust and Chekov- to name a few.
And The Little People. How could we forget The Little People?! How they just appear strangely and build the elusive Air Chrysalis. The huge, womb-like, peanut-shaped, furry, glowing, egg thingy that materializes by their hands seemingly out of thin air. What does the Air Chrysalis represent? And how does it tie in with Sakigake and Fuka-Eri? And, utimately, what's inside it?
But more than anything, as I looked up into the eyes of the man I adored, we spoke of love. How this is above all A Love Story, and an unbelievably hopeful one at that. Because in 1Q84 true love exists and it matters, it makes a difference! It obliterates obstacles, it takes on a life of it's own. And the connections that we make, that we forge, they last. They live and breathe. They are not ephemeral... they are not gossamer.
And then I just woke up, the dream dissolved as abruptly as it began.
Anyways after that I didn't really notice any changes in the world around me. James Dean looks normal to me now. But maybe I've just become accustomed to it all.
I don't know what Murakami is tapped into, I don't know where his talent, his inspiration comes from, but it never fails to move me. There's an ease and an elegance to his prose. And it is absolutely, magnificently beyond beautiful. He defies classification... I could go on and on. He's a world class writer and this is a world class book. -
I guess I can now write this review since I've settled down from doing a victory lap around my house as a result of completing this steaming pile of hot garbage. Maybe before I totally slam the book, I should say what I did like but to be honest there was very little to like. The plot wasn't bad. The love story & connection between Tengo & Aomame was somewhat cute. I could roll with all this. What blows my mind is that Murakami felt he needed 900+ pages to drag this whole shebang out. The prose was so mundane and the narrative dragged on and on and on that it was difficult to accurately gauge the turning points and climax of the story. Oh, and let's not talk about the constant repetition and writing about wasting time while wasting my time because I'm reading about him writing about wasting time. Are you still with me?
I enjoy mind-twisting and mind-bending elements in a novel but I need some sort of anchor to base these things on. Murakami introduces Sakigake, dohta, maza and the Little People yet he only explores the periphery of these concepts (especially the Little People! Murakami, please tell me who they are and what the deal is with them. Like seriously, I really want to know).
So then the question is what did he use the 900+ pages for? Honestly, your guess is as good as mine because after this slugfest I remain completely and utterly bewildered. Things also happen in this novel just because. There is no explanation and very vague character development. Upon completion, I just felt I was left with nothing. Nothing.
I've heard positive things about some of his other works but after this experience I cannot say when next I will be picking up another Murakami to read. It shall surely be awhile yet, if ever.
ETA (on 24 January 2014 1:35AM Central European Time (CET)
1. By some miracle this review has garnered a boatload of likes. Thank you good people.
2. However, I must say I am tired of random people flocking over to the comment section to (loudly) voice their disagreement, question my reading choices, question why I finished the book and just generally be condescending. This is my review space. I read the book, didn't like it and expressed it all in a review. If you disagree and you loved it, that's absolutely fine. Use your own review space to worship it. Don't come to mine and be a nuisance.
3. Goodreads, please introduce the option to lock the comment section of specific reviews for the love of God.
ETA (on 10 February 2014 12:30AM Central European Time (CET)
1. On January 31 2014 Goodreads honored my request and locked this review.
2. I am grateful that Goodreads honored my request and even though I am aware of the setting that blocks non-friends from commenting on my reviews that still seems to me to be an extreme option. I'm not averse to non-friends commenting on my reviews. I would just like the option to lock certain reviews to prevent them from descending into an unnecessary bitch fest from non-friends like this one did prior to the lock. -
Aomame, a small-breasted woman, is an assassin who targets men who mistreat women. Tengo, a large man, teaches math, and is a writer. Tengo, the large man, and Aomame, the small-breasted woman, once held hands as children, and although they have not seen each other in the twenty years since, they are still soul mates. Tengo, the math teacher, becomes embroiled in a conspiracy to re-write the novella “Air Chrysalis,” by Fuka-Eri, a large-breasted teenager, which is a good story written poorly. Tengo, when he is not teaching math or writing, misses Aomame, the small-breasted woman with whom he once held hands. Aomame, when she is not killing misogynists or lamenting the size of her breasts, misses Tengo, the large man with whom she once held hands. Aomame has mysteriously been transported from her own world of 1984 to the mysterious new world of 1Q84, which has two moons and is controlled to some degree by the Little People, who say “ho ho.” Aomame sees there are two moons. Tengo sees there are two moons. There are two moons. One is normal, the other is small and green. The normal moon is the moon from 1984, but the other moon, which is small and green, can be seen only in 1Q84, the mysterious other world which is controlled to some degree by the Little People. Tengo has a recurring memory from when he was an infant of seeing a man who was not his father suckle at Tengo’s mother’s breasts. Women have breasts. Some breasts are large (Fuka-Eri’s), while others are small (Aomame’s). Aomame laments this fact. Aomame yearns for larger breasts. She also yearns for Tengo, the writer whose hand she held twenty years before, when they were ten. They have not seen each other since, but they still love one another. Aomame does not allow this to distract her from her mission, which is assassinating men who have grievously mistreated women. Aomame was raised in the cult of the Society of Witnesses. Tengo was raised by his father after his mother died when he was young. His father collected NHK fees. This was not the man Tengo recalls seeing suckle at his mother’s breasts. Tengo was often forced to accompany his father on his work trips, collecting NHK fees. Aomame was often forced to accompany her parents spreading the evangel. The Little People say “ho ho.” There are two moons. Tengo is a large man. Women also have pubic hair, unless they don’t, in which case they are probably ghosts, or shadows, in which case no man can be held accountable for sexually assaulting them, no matter their age. The Little People are assumed to be evil, although mostly the Little People just say “ho ho.” Women who are victims get what’s coming to them. George Orwell wrote a book called 1984. The year is 1984. Aomame yearns for Tengo. Tengo yearns for Aomame. Ushikawa, an ugly man, is unpleasant to look at.
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So, Love transcends dimensions...
And something interesting:
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I'd heard it was a difficult read, and certainly it is long, at well over 900 pages, but I find that I'm flying through it. Murakami knows how to keep the pages turning with a brilliant mix of mystery, fantasy and intrigue. Two characters, Aomame and Tengu, find themselves slipping into an alternate version of the world in 1984 -- a world Aomame names 1Q84. What is causing this shift, and whom can they trust? Those are just some of the questions facing them. The book reminds me of Orwell, of course, but also Gabriel Marquez and some early dark urban fantasy like The Land of Laughs by Jonathan Carroll or Little, Big by John Crowley. (Which you should read, if you haven't.) Yet Murakami isn't really like anyone else, exactly. He has that fresh 'something,' just like the fictional editor Komatsu in his narrative is looking for. Check out the book!
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Begone, ye overblown romance: to the M's with ye, and there ye shall stay.
No more will I be forced to read about the "ample breasts" of mysterious, mute women; never again will I be witness to "sexual encounters" that are just a "concept," not the actual bumping of uglies that occurs when a man puts his penis inside of a woman's vagina.
Banished will be the sporty assassinatrix who winds down by having one-night stands with bald-headed men; the stocky writer who oscillates between mathematics and prose and the occasional dalliance with a married girlfriend; and the misshapen cranium of an ugly man who skitters from one plot-point to the next with grim purpose, unsuspecting of the authorial foot that hovers, god-like, above the story's flimsy re-bar.
Along with these mundane presences, so too will be exiled the various supporting paper cut-outs, wearing the clothes and skins of nurses and bodyguards and editors, muttering incomprehensible directions that pose as mysterious truths in a world with two moons.
Get out, all of you: 925 pages was more than your fair share, and more than its fair share was squandered on wordy mediocrity. -
اول قراءة لي لهذا المؤلف المبدع.
قصتان تسيران معا بشكل رائع وكلما تعمقت في في الرواية ازدادت غموضا، بأسلوب ساحر وتشعر بالتلقائية في القراءة بدون تعقيد.
أومامه مدربا اللياقة البدنية التي تعيش حياة سرية بعلاقتها مع تلك المرأة كبيرة السن والأمور المشتركة بينهما.
تانغو المؤلف المغمور الذي يحاول ان يشق طريقه في الوسط الأدبي.
الرواية طبعا لم تنتهي فلها جزئين اخرين متشوق الى قراءتهما.
الرواية دمج رائع ببن الواقع والخيال بأسلوب ساحر مشوق وممتع. الشخصيات رائعة محببة قريبة الى النفس.
٦٠٠ صفحة هذا الجزء ولا تشعر بالملل بالغموض يسيطر عليك والشوق الىرمعرفة الأحداث.
الى اللقاء بالجزء الثاني ..... -
“If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.”
Another wonderful immersion into Haruki Murakami's 1Q84 (second reading)! Besides Aomame's 1Q84 alternate reality, I also focused on Tengo's Cat Town. Are these realities mutually exclusive from 1984? The ending suggests we all have a choice about what reality we create and inhabit. Thoroughly enjoyed this second read!
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You never know where you'll find yourself when you pick up one of Haruki Murakami's novels. I've come to believe that's exactly the way it should be. 1Q84 is no exception. The way Murakami weaves history with a constantly evolving reality gives the feel of a speculative novel offering an alternative history. But, besides seeing 2 moons, where is the difference in what the protagonist, Aomame, has dubbed 1Q84 and 'the real' 1984? When Aomame gets out of her taxi and makes an unexpected/out of the ordinary decision, does she really open an alternative 1984 or has Aomame simply opened herself up to experiencing a deeper reality? The cab driver had both warned her that "Things are not what they seem" and "There is always only one reality." The interweaving stories of a math teacher, Tengo, and the 17-year old Fuka-Eri (whose novel Tengo rewrites) add surprises and bizarre twists to this nearly 1,000-page epic. This is a fantastic read about finding yourself and finding love! I highly recommend 1Q84! -
いちきゅうはちよん = Ichi-kyū-hachi-yon = 1Q84, Haruki Murakami
The title is a play on the Japanese pronunciation of the year 1984 and a reference to George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four. The letter Q and the Japanese number 9 (typically romanized as "kyū", but as "kew" on the book's Japanese cover) are homophones, which are often used in Japanese wordplay.
The events of 1Q84 take place in Tokyo during a fictionalized year of 1984, with the first volume set between April and June, the second between July and September, and the third between October and December.
The book opens with a female character named Aomame as she rides a taxi in Tokyo on her way to a work assignment. When the taxi gets stuck in a traffic jam on the Shibuya Route of the Shuto Expressway, the driver suggests that she get out of the car and climb down an emergency escape in order to make it to her important meeting, though he warns her that doing so might change the very nature of reality.
After some hesitation, Aomame eventually makes her way to a hotel in Shibuya and poses as a hotel attendant in order to kill a hotel guest. She performs the murder with an ice pick that leaves almost no trace on its victim, leading investigators to conclude that he died a natural death from heart failure.
Aomame starts to have bizarre experiences, noticing new details about the world that are subtly different. For instance, she notices Tokyo police officers carrying automatic handguns, when they had previously carried revolvers.
Aomame checks her memories against the archives of major newspapers and finds that there were several recent major news stories of which she has no recollection.
One of these stories concerned a group of extremists who were engaged in a stand-off with police in the mountains of Yamanashi Prefecture. Upon reading these articles, she concludes that she must be living in an alternative reality, which she calls "1Q84", and suspects that she entered it about the time she heard the Janáček Sinfonietta on the taxi radio. ...
عنوانهای چاپ شده در ایران: «یک کیو هشتادوچهار»؛ «وان کیو ایتی فور»؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش: اول اکتبر سال 2016میلادی
عنوان 1: 1کیو84؛ نویسنده: هاروکی موراکامی؛ مترجم: مرتضی بغدادی؛ تهران، چشمه، 1389؛ در 498ص؛ شابک 9789643628598؛ عنوان گسترده وان کیو ایتی فور؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان ژاپن - سده 21م
عنوان 2: ؛ نویسنده: هاروکی موراکامی؛ مترجم: معصومه عباسی نتاج عمرانی؛ تهران، آوای مکتوب، 1394؛ در سه جلد؛ شابک دوره9786007364123؛ برگردان از متن انگلیسی به فارسی؛
عنوان 3: ؛ نویسنده: هاروکی موراکامی؛ مترجم: مرتضی بغدادی؛ تهران، شرکت تعاونی کارآفرینان فرهنگ و هنر، 1393؛ در دو جلد؛ شابک 9786001780882؛ عنوان گسترده: وان کیو ایتی فور؛
داستان «1 کیو 84»، (ایچی-کیو-هاچی-یون) رمانی از «هاروکی موراکامی» نویسنده ژاپنی ست، که بین سالهای 2009میلادی تا سال 2010میلادی، در سه جلد منتشر شده است؛ عنوان داستان، از روی تصادف، یادآور رمان «1984» نوشته ی «جورج اورول» نیست؛ بلکه حرف انگلیسی «کیو»، در ژاپن، همانند عدد «9» خوانده میشود؛ اجزای سازنده ی این رمان نیز تازه نیستند؛ اما آنها مفصل و دقیق هستند.؛ توصیفات به ظاهر بی اهمیت، از «موسیقی»، «ادبیات» و «آماده سازی غذا»، رشته های روایی خیالی را، آنقدر خوب به هم وصل میکند، که نگویید و نپرسید؛ «موراکامی» به گونه ای به توصیف دنیاهای موازی، زنان قاتل، و ارواح، میپردازند؛ که انگار همه ی آنها واقعی هستند؛
چکیده داستان: سال 1984میلادی در کشور «ژاپن»، «آئو مامه» در میان ترافیک شهر «توکیو»، از تاکسی پیاده میشود؛ چرا که نمیخواهد یک قرار دیدار بسیار حساس را از دست بدهد؛ او برای آنکه به اتوبان برسد، از پله های اتوبان سود میبرد، و بدون آنکه متوجه شود، وارد یک دنیای موازی با دنیای واقعی میشود؛ تنها در نگاه دوم است، که متوجه تغییرات کوچکی، همانند اونیفورم متفاوت پلیسها، میگردد؛ او با یک فرقه برخورد میکند، که در مورد آنها چیزی نشنیده است؛ اما درست به موقع به قرار ملاقات خویش نیز میرسد، و در یک هتل، مردی را با یک سوزن بسیار کوچک، به قتل میرساند؛ ناگهان دو ماه از آسمان آویخته میشوند.؛ ...؛
موراکامی، در دیگر سوی داستان، به یک نویسنده ی غیرحرفه ای، به نام «تنگو» پرداخته است؛ «تنگو» زمانی که سفارش ویرایش نخستین رمان نوجوان هفده ساله ای به نام «فوکائری»، با عنوان: «عروسکی از هوا» را میپذیرد، چیزهای عجیب و غیرعادی را پشت سر میگذارد؛ در این کتاب نه تنها ماهیت روح مانند «لیتل پیپل»، بلکه یک فرقه مذهبی، با آیینهای هولناک نیز آشکار میگردد؛ «موراکامی» هوشمندانه در فصلهای کتابش به تناوب رشته ی ماجراها را، برای ساختن داستان به هم میبافد؛ به زودی روشن میشود که قهرمانان او، به عنوان دانشجو شناخته شده اند، و در برهه ی زمانی فراموش نشده اند؛ «آئو مامه» و «تنگو»، نه تنها به این دلیل قهرمانان معمولی «موراکامی» هستند، بلکه باهوش، با استعداد، و جذاب نیز هستند؛ این خصلتها برای «موراکامی»، شرطهای مهم و لازم قهرمانانش هستند؛ البته «موراکامی» تنها به روایت یک داستان عاشقانه نمیپردازند؛ او بارها مشکلات بزرگی، همچون پیروی از اصول جمعیتهای مذهبی، و سوء استفاده از کودکان زیر سن قانونی را، مطرح کرده؛ «موراکامی» بطور مرتب نقل قولها، و اشارات تلویحی را، مورد استفاده قرار داده، در پایان کتاب، «آئومامه» همانند آغاز کتاب، در یک اتوبان شلوغ قرار دارد؛ تا اینجای کتاب برداشتها اندک هستند، و به جای پاسخ، پرسشها همچنان بی پاسخ باقی میمانند؛ «تنگو» در صفحه ی پایانی این کتاب میگوید: «من آئومامه را خواهم یافت».؛
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 04/09/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 31/05/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی -
If you aren't already enamored with Murakami's writing, I recommend not reading 1Q84 - unless what you want is a treasure hunt for some simple Japanese recipes. 1Q84 is actually a test to see how much Murakami fans are willing to put up with. And the test is a tough one.
The first part of the book is nothing short of what you expect from Murakami. But towards the middle it really begins to sag with tedious, mundane descriptions.
One reviewer called it memory-insultingly repetitive and that's not entirely wrong. (To be fair the repetitiveness is due to combining all the three books in a single volume in the English edition. But if they published it as one book, that's how people are going to read it.) Then there are numerous badly written sex scenes. So far, in his other books, I have been giving him a pass for those. But this time I couldn't help being annoyed. You know how when a new characters enters the scene, some authors would describe his/her countenance. Likewise, every time Murakami introduces a female character in 1Q84, he describes her breasts. What's up with that?!
And yet I have slapped four stars up there. Clearly the man can do no wrong by me. I don't usually keep track of what books are going to be released soon. This is the only book I have ever pre-ordered. This is the only hardcover I own, because I did not want to wait till the paperback was out. I even carried this monster of a book on a flight because I did not want to put it on a hiatus while I was out of town.
There is almost 1000 pages - that's plenty of room for the good and the bad. Tedious portions notwithstanding, what Murakami does best is still somewhere in there. And I am willing to forgive the rest.
The world with the two moons is absolutely fascinating and full of intrigue. Despite the complicated plot and multiple threads, he writes with superb clarity and never leaves the reader lost and confused. The last part of the book has us following three intersecting story lines. Ushikawa, Aomame and Tengo are all looking at the same picture, but at different angles. Each one of them is trying to fill in the pieces outside their respective field of vision. And it all comes together very elegantly in the end.
And that brings me to David Mitchell. Last year I had
swooned all over Cloud Atlas. Since reading 1Q84, I find myself agreeing more and more with the reviews that call it pretentious, gimmicky and what not. Because compared to the way Murakami handles multiple stories, Mitchell does seem to be trying too hard. In any case, I did enjoy Cloud Atlas when I had read it and nothing is going to change that now. So no hard feelings, DM. -
Long-distance runners know that the best way to race to a personal best is to maintain an even pace from start to finish; they also understand that the longer the race, the slower the pace. Murakami has been a marathon runner his whole life, and 1Q84 was probably composed with this in mind. It is indeed a superb novel that spans across three volumes and is best appreciated unhurriedly.
Going with the flow, I have enjoyed this novel immensely — yet, putting my impressions into words, I realise I’m having a hard time trying to pinpoint why. Despite the length and complexity of this novel (some 1,300 pages), the outline is quite minimal, the characters are few, the story is streamlined, relatively easy to follow. At heart, this is a love story, where a man and a woman, Aomame and Tengo, two long-lost childhood classmates, are meant to be together but keep missing each other. It is also much more than that. It is a novel about writing a novel and about reading a novel (namely Proust’s
Recherche), a fiction about parallel universes and distorted realities, bridged through a recurring piece of music (Janáček’s Sinfonietta), a mystery about an oppressive religious cult, domestic abuse, crime and sexual violence. Also, a recipe book.
The novel is set, for the most part, in the familiar reality of modern-day Tokyo and spans over the course of a few months. But there are also many off-kilter, uncanny, dreamlike or downright fantastical elements: two moons, a mysterious species of “Little People”, an “Air Chrysalis”, a Maza and a Dohta (mother and daughter?), an obese cult Leader, a misshapen hard-boiled private investigator called Ushikawa (appears in other novels). There is something in 1Q84 that made me think of these beautiful fantasy films by Hayao Miyazaki, especially My Neighbor Totoro and Spirited Away — two of my all-time favourite animated movies.
In 1Q84, Murakami manages to blend all these unrelated threads seamlessly into a plot that, at the same time, follows an exact structure — switching POV back and forth, a device Murakami has used in other novels as well. And the whole thing flows naturally, in a suspenseful and engaging way. His prose too is detailed, meticulous, focused, to the point where ordinary things become uncanny, disturbing, comical, unreal. The dialogues and interior monologues are often quite long and slow-paced, but always gripping with an ever-present sense of emotional strain.
Overall, Murakami uses everything he puts into his novel to the fullest. It’s like a long piece of minimal music (say like Philip Glass, Steve Reich or Michael Nyman): the processes of description and repetition are more important than the stuff they’re about. The result can be tedious, or it can be mesmerising and immersive. In the end, his novel is a kaleidoscopic view of this fascinating universe of 1Q84, a journey through suspense, violence, unease, love and desire, grief and loss, folly and comedy — the scenes with the annoying NHK door-to-door fee collector in vol. 3 are priceless.
Ultimately, 1Q84 is the novel of a homecoming, like Odysseus sailing back to Ithaca after a long journey and many hardships. But in this case, we can’t be sure if we have landed on the shores of Ithaca, or the edge of 1th4c4... -
A mere 29 days have passed since its release, but I have conquered the behemoth. I believe mp owes me 20 dollars for finishing first. Well, since no monetary guidelines were stipulated, I will also accept 3 cats and 2 metaphors that don't make any sense.
Before
As I eagerly await to tackle this tome
I am utterly afraid for the books that I own
Especially the texts populating my desk
My patience for "Brit-Lit" will be put to the test
But my grades will be of little concern
When these 900 pages will begin to burn
A hole of delight to last for the ages
And I won't care about homework while in his pages
Because it isn't grades that last but literary heaven
Then I'll always say, "I remember Murakami and 1984 in 2011"
After
As you might be able to deduce from my little poem and the rating, I was a bit disappointed by this book. I think the main reason was the unwarranted length. I wouldn't mind reading a 900+ page novel if it meant that the book was going to really take me places. From what I've heard about Infinite Jest, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell and others like it, they are quite the journey. Where you begin and where the book leads, makes for such a arc of character, theme and plot so as to incur upon the reader the impression a fully fleshed out world. I find that exciting. I like to experience whole life-times within one novel. It is the complete escape from this world, when you feel as though you've lived inside another for so long. I felt no such experience with 1Q84. Instead, was 922 pages of repetitious prose. When it boils down to it, there is not much exposition in here. All it is is the same arc of a character moving from the world they are used to, then into the "Q" world and finding everything weird. That happens to three different characters. And we have to be told the same-sounding impressions followed by similar realizations. I think that underneath it all, there is a lot to be said about this book. But I honestly do not feel as compelled to want to do so, since everything was repeated so often and so frequently.
Occasionally, the book would break out of its redundancy and work the usual Murakami magic. But those moments were so far and few between, that any momentum gained would be slowed down by 50 pages of nothingness. Murakami loves to say every passing detail, significant or not, that goes through a character's head. He might write something like "Aomame went into the kitchen. She walked up to the refrigerator. She looked at the refrigerator. Then she thought I want to eat something because I know that I should. But I'm not hungry. I haven't been hungry in a long time, not since I parted with my one true love Tengo. She opened the refrigerator and looked inside. She closed the door after deciding that nothing looked appetizing. She thought about her one true love, Tengo. And the fact that she hadn't seen him since she was a child."
I think he used a similar technique with other novels, Wind-Up Bird for example. I don't remember it bothering me at all. In fact reading this has made me want to go back and re-read Wind-Up to see how it compares. Because I hate to say it, but this book may have ruined my patience for that type of writing, which I thought worked so well in Wind-Up. Another similarity between the two was the simplicity of the writing. Both books feature straight-forward prose and a plethora of telling. I remember it working very well in Wind-Up, another claim I'd like to re-read for, but in 1Q84, it falls flat on its face. In the kind of the book that this is, it needs something to convince the reader of the unreal elements. I'm not sure what the formula for that is, of course there's no exact way of doing this, but there has to be better ways of writing a convincing magical-realist story than lines like this:
"Aomame wondered if Fuka-Eri's dohta had been able to survive for long without her maza. The Little people had said that it was virtually impossible for a dohta to go on living without her maza. And what about a maza? What was it like for her to live after having lost the shadow of her heart and mind?"
That could easily be straight out of a YA, fantasy novel.
Then there were other lines that were just cheesy:
"Ushikawa had a sharp sense of smell, and something smelled fishy"
That last line may be due to translation, which I'm always willing to admit as a possibility. But I have faith in the translators, given that Jay Rubin has translated a majority of Murakami's works and the other novels were dissimilar in this regard to this book.
There was also some of the ideas, not flaws of translation, that I didn't agree with. A thematic thread that runs throughout, is a zen-like balancing between opposing forces, usually represented in pairs. Murakami reiterates the idea that whenever an imbalance occurs, nature steps in to stabilize itself. This might be cute to find inside of a fortune cookie or on a license plate, but when taken to real life situations or the events of this book, it becomes an unsettling bit of moral relativism. This is especially apparent in a scene where Aomame kills a child rapist. I was somewhat intrigued by this idea at first. I tend to be a fan of stories about vigilante justice. But when Aomame arrives, the rapist explains how he was powerless against the forces that made him to do it. This is when it started to get weird. Because after Aomame kills the man, the next scene is of Tengo having sex with a girl under 18, without him able to control it. When reading that in context of lines like "nature abhors a vacuum", it's pretty weird. It's a dangerous notion to consider something as terrible as child rape in the context of yin-and-yang and everything in harmony.
The other thing I disagreed with was the premise by which the entire book hangs. The two main characters are supposed to have held hands once, as ten year olds, and have been desperately in love for all the years that have followed. I didn't really buy that at all. There are many things that can pass off as unreal in a Murakami novel, but absolute, undying love because of a single encounter in elementary school is not one of them. Call me a cynic, but I don't believe that ever happens. This idea comes from a short story called "On Meeting the 100% Perfect Girl" that Murakami had written. Quite the opposite of 1Q84, it runs for only a couple pages. I think I can handle undying love at first sight when condensed down into a few pages. But when repeated over and over and over through 700 pages, it loses me completely.
Of course, not everything is bad about this book, hence the 3 stars. As mentioned there are more than a few Murakami magic moments. He was still able to make me shudder, make me stare off into space for minutes at a time in quiet fascination. But I hope for his next book, his editor is given a little more power than he had here. -
Tengo did as he was told. He began pumping slowly.
These two sentences, on the second to last page of this 924 page novel, are a neat summary of Murakami’s methods in 1Q84. Tengo has spent the novel longing for Aomame and they have just been reunited after twenty years. ‘Pumping’ refers to the action of Tengo’s penis in Aomame’s vagina.
Underlying Murakami’s general approach to writing is an element of dictation, of simply transcribing the spontaneously generating narrative coursing through his head. This is what gives his novels their peculiar effortless dreaminess. He admits as much when he says that his first novel suddenly appeared to him while attending a baseball game. He simply went home and started writing it down. So - Tengo did as he was told. He began pumping slowly. - Tengo listens and obeys and gets down to business. This theme of dictation, of hearing alien narratives and putting them into action, of being a medium in its literal sense, is exhaustively explored and elaborated upon in 1Q84. In this way the novel is Murakami’s ultimate statement on his own art. He even goes so far as to make Tengo the author of the novel, or at least suggests as much. Through his experiences in the novel Tengo becomes the novelist he has been striving to become. In this way it is also generally inspirational for the aspiring creator in all of us.
So the first sentence in this quote - Tengo did as he was told. - tackles the metaphysical (let’s say) aspects of Murakami’s art, the vaguely spiritual, the elements of ‘another world’, that inform this one. The second sentence - He began pumping slowly. - tackles the nitty gritty of his art, its praxis, while at the same time addressing its sexual nature, and there is plenty of sex and odd (even shameful) eroticism in 1Q84. But I don’t read “pumping slowly” first and foremost as the action of a penis in a vagina. I read it as what I will call Murakami’s ‘marathon aesthetic’.
Everyone knows he runs marathons, right? Well, this opus is his marathon mind, that patient plodding single-mindedness and clarity, fully fleshed out. 1Q84 is a marathon transmuted into fiction. This would suggest that some might find it boring, and I will not argue that some might; as it is full of inconsequential detail and repetitions, just as I imagine the mind engaged in a marathon might be, and so requires a certain amount of patience from the reader. And though I am not a runner, let alone a marathoner, I have some understanding of the mind and body engaged in such a difficult and monotonous task (I have worked 9 – 5 in an office for 13 years haven’t I?), and I have an appreciation of dullness transcending itself and becoming fascinating. There is nothing like a stretch of dull repetitiveness to allow the mind to detach itself from its trammels and ‘catch some air’ and experience an unexpected ecstasy. Either that or get mired in routine and plod through a living death. There are strangely satisfying sensations and experiences beyond ‘the wall’, of second (and third and fourth and so on) winds, of ‘highs’, that long distance runners routinely mention, and 1Q84 is an exhibition in extreme detail of these.
That takes care of those two sentences. Only 25,000 to go…
But I’ll spare you my tiresome exegeses and briefly mention the literary references in the book. First, the title obviously references Orwell directly, but beyond that I didn’t see much meat to the reference. Other than providing a year and a setting before the internet took over our lives, which simplified the plotting immensely, and a few passing mentions of Big Brother in the guise of religious cults, Murakami didn’t go far with it.
What was far more substantial were references to Proust – during a long stretch of the book one of the main characters is holed up in an apartment reading him – in that time itself, and its mutable wrap-around nature, is the medium in which the novel floats; so that even the longueurs are justified, in that they help the reader enter the ‘marathon mind.’ Even Proust himself showed the dullness of a dinner party by endlessly elaborating upon its tedium in words, thus giving the reader an even more tangible and personally direct experience of the event.
I must also mention Murakami’s referencing of and reliance upon the thoughts of Jung, who is explicitly mentioned quite a few times. 1Q84 is very much a book of myths and how they inform our actions (even beyond our knowledge) and how their inherent power still sways us. The entire novel itself can be viewed as a descent into myth as a fractured being and ultimate reemergence into wholeness, and this is perhaps its most powerful theme, and Murakami’s light touch and his ability to dance with ideas and suppress (for the most part) heavy-handedness help make this the wisest and most profound Murakami book I have read. -
i'm 100 pages from the end but i won't finish this. i've been assaulted enough. oh why why why do we let books assault us so? because they show themselves to us in sheep's clothing, and we trust them. this fuzzy, sweet muzzled sheep cannot possibly brutalize me -- can it? can it?
this book is relentlessly brutal. the narrative is stretched to its stretchable maximum. there is no good reason for this. i suppose that, if you are a murakami fan and like to hear the sound of his voice, there will be some pleasure (even intense pleasure) for you in his enormous wordiness, but the rest of us wish he had exercised some restraint.
there are many long and wordy novels. i have read my share. but the words, even those contained in lengthy and boring passages, make sense. i have been waiting for the meaning of this book to show itself to me. i have been willing to read 800 pages of it. so take it from me: there is no meaning. there is no depth. this is an entirely undeveloped love story/religious cult story/crime story passing itself off as a deep book about time, reality, truth, good and evil. the truth of the matter is, murakami has nothing to say about any of these things. i think he has nothing to say about anything worth 5 mins of my time. it's taken me more than a week to figure it out. woe is me.
you should read this book only if you find pleasure in murakami's voice. there is nothing else in it. nothing goes anywhere. funny looking characters are funny looking for no reason and moons multiply in the sky for no reason either.
add to this the insult of the awfully bad sex that spreads itself all over this book like sticky semen (thanks m. for the image). most of the sex scenes are, you guessed it, meaningless. one or two are violently disturbing and gratuitously exploitative.
i disagree with the people who say murakami cannot write. oh he can write. he just doesn't have anything important to say. his only contribution to the reader's imagination is his own vision of things -- their slowness, their bizarreness, their extremely slow unraveling. unfortunately, this vision is pretty much valueless. you won't learn anything from this book. it will leave you depleted and empty, or at least as empty or full as you were when you started reading it -- that is, if this lengthy rumination about the pretend meaning of things doesn't yank your soul from you. my soul is just about all yanked. i'm abandoning this book to save my soul. -
كانت هناك أشياء كثيرة مجهولة و يكتنفها الغموض. و كانت الخطوط التي تنسج هذه القصة معقدة. لم يستطع أن يدرك أي خطوط تتصل بأي خطوط أخرى. و ما نوع العلاقة السببية القائمة. و مع ذلك فقد أحس أنه يعيش في مكان يتجاوز فيه عدد الأسئلة عدد الأجوبة. و لكن كان يداخله شعور طفيف بأن هذه الفوضى تتجه ببطء شديد نحو نهايتها.
تُقرأ باللغة اليابانية "إيتشي كيو هاتشي يون " و كيو هو نفسه رقم تسعة في اليابانية و لكن لماذا كتبها هكذا فتلك حكاية أخرى.
هو عالم ملغز بالأسئلة الإسطورية و هو عالم مواز لعالم جورج أورويل في روايته الخالدة ألف و تسعمائة و أربعة و ثمانين التي تدور أحداث روايتنا فيه و من هنا فقد قام موراكامي بتحوير طريقة الكتابة دون تغيير طريقة النطق باليابانية و لكن هذا التحوير البسيط أعطى دلالات كثيرة و أضاف للمعنى الغامض أصلا المزيد من الغموض و التشويق.
هل هو الكابوس نفسه الذي تنبأ به جورج أورويل و تخيله قادما بعد أربعة عقود من روايته أم هو كابوس آخر عاشه العالم و يحكي عنه موراكامي بعد ربع قرن من حدوثه؟ في رأيي أنها نفس القصة التي يعيشها العالم منذ وعينا أنه عالم. هي نفس الشرنقة الهوائية التي نسميها نحن الغلاف الجوي و التي تحمل الأرض بين أحشائها بينما تحمل هي الإنسان الذي كان دائما و أبدا ظلوما جهولا.
في عالم أورويل كانت الطرق كلها تؤدي إلى الأخ الأكبر الذي يعبر عن قهر الدولة و سلطتها و سطوتها و تحكمها في الرقاب و ما تحمله الرقاب من أدمغة و ما تحتويه الأدمغة من عقول و أحلام أو حتى أضغاث أحلام.
أما في عالم موراكامي فالطرق متشعبة و متشابكة. متقاربة و متباعدة. متقاطعة و متوازية في الوقت ذاته. نعم هي كذلك و لا مجال للشرح. وفيم هي كذلك فإن الأخ الأكبر قد فقد سيطرته تماما و خضع للناس الصغار و هي السلطة المجزأة لجماعات الضغط على الدول و الحكومات و الشعوب و التي باتت لها السيطرة و السيادة و أصبحت تحكم كل ما بداخل الغلاف الجوي و تمتلك ما بخارجه أيضا. تنسخ شرنقتها حول مصالحها فيم تخنق مصالح الأخرين و تغتصب حقوقهم و تمتص دمائهم و هم في قمة الرضا و القناعة.
قد يكون الناس الصغار جماعات دينية أو عرقية أو أحزاب سياسية. قد يكونون شركات متعددة الجنسيات أو جنرالات حرب و دعاة انقلابات و لكنهم يشكلون معا أو متفرقين قوة الناس الصغار الذين يحكمون كل ما يقع تحت أيديهم أو تبصره أعينهم.
الناس الصغار لا حول لهم و لا قوة سواء منفردين أو مجتمعين و لكن لهم قوة هائلة بقدرتهم على امتصاص قوة غيرهم و تسخيرها. يتسللون من فجوات صنعناها لهم و يقفزون من الجثث قبل تحللها ليعيدوا تشكيل العالم على طريقتهم.
علامة وصول الناس الصغار و بداية نفوذهم هو أن ترى في السماء قمرين بدلا من قمر واحد و حينها تتغير جميع القوانين الكونية منها و الأرضية و يبدأ قانون الناس الصغار في العمل.
هل من مخرج من هذه الأزمة؟ يبدو أن المخرج الوحيد الذي رآه موراكامي هو بالعودة للخلف و الخروج من نفس الطريق الذي دخلنا منه. و لكن لأنه يدرك أن المخرج هو نفسه المدخل ليس لهذا الطريق فحسب و لكن لكل الطرق المتشابكة في نقطة التقاطع فقد ألمح لنا أن رجوعنا لا يضمن لنا بالضرورة الخروج لنفس المكان الذي جئنا منه و لكنه قد يؤدي بنا لمكان جديد تماما لم تطأه أقدامنا من قبل.
عندما أنهيت الرواية قال صاحب الصوت الجهير: في هذه الرواية صفة يتعذر تعريفها. شيء لا يمكنني أن أضع أصبعي عليه تماما. و ذلك هو ما يعلو تقديري له في الأدب أي شيء أخر. أما ما أفهمه تماما فلا يثير اهتمامي.
و قال صاحب الصوت الزاعق: الوسط الأدبي هو هؤلاء الأوغاد الذين يجتمعون معا في كهفهم المظلم. و يقبلون مؤخرات بعضهم بعضا. و يلعقون جراح بعضهم بعضا. و يعرقلون بعضهم بعضا. و أثناء كل ذلك يتقيؤون هذا الهراء المنمق حول رسالة الأدب.
قال صاحب الصوت الأجش: يبدو لي أن هذا العالم يعاني نقصا خطيرا في المنطق و اللطف. و لكن فات أوان استبداله بعالم أخر. لقد انقضت المهلة المخصصة لذلك منذ أمد طويل.
قال صاحب الصوت الخافت: البشر في نهاية الأمر ليسوا سوى ناقلات – ممرات – للجينات. فهي تمتطينا مثل أحصنة السباقات من جيل إلى جيل. و الجينات لا تفكر فيما هو خير و ما هو شر. لا تعبأ بنا سواء كنا سعداء أم تعساء. فنحن لا نعدو أن نكون وسيلة لغاية لديها. و هي لا تنشغل إلا بما تراه هو أجدى لها.
قال صاحب الصوت متوسط الجهير: معظم الناس لا يؤمنون بالحقيقة قدر إيمانهم بما يتمنون لو أصبح حقيقة. ربما تكون أعينهم مفتوحة و لكنهم لا يبصرون. و يسهل خداعهم كما يسهل لوي ذراع طفل صغير. معظم الناس لا يبحثون عن حقائق يمكن اثباتها. و كما قلت. الحقيقة غالبا يصحبها ألم شديد. و لا أحد تقريبا يبحث عن حقائق مؤلمة. ما يحتاجه الناس هو قصص جميلة و مواسية تشعرهم كما لو أن حياتهم ذات معنى.
قال صاحب الصوت الغليظ: الناس لديهم قوة هائلة لكنهم كلما استخدموا قوتهم انبثقت عنها تلقائيا قوة أخرى لمقاومتهم. و بهذه الطريقة يحافظ العالم على توازن دقيق. إن الدين يجمع الكثير من الناس معا. و لذلك من الضروري أن توجد درجة ما من النظام. بالطبع. و لكن إذا ركزت أكبر مما ينبغي على الشكليات فقد تضيع منك الغاية الأصلية. فأشياء مثل التعاليم و العقائد ليست في نهاية المطاف سوى أدوات. و المهم ليس الإطار نفسه و لكن ما بداخل الإطار.
قال ضابط الإيقاع: ها ها
فرددت خلفه دون وعي: ها ها.
1Q84 الكتاب الأول
1Q84 الكتاب الثاني
1Q84 الكتاب الثالث -
This book is possibly the best book I have read of all times. It has everything that anyone would want in a book because it is composed of a little of every genre. The book has so many symbolisms and imageries that no one can figure it all out in the first read.
The book is like all of Haruki Murakami's past books where it is about self discovery of the main character. This time it is about how two long lost lovers find each others to the point that they were meant for each other. The book is about Aomame, one of the main character in the book where in the beginning, she goes into this alternate 1984 called 1Q84. There she spends time with a old windower becomes fast friend. Soon she finds out the world is not what it seems as she takes down the leader of a cult. Then opposite character is with the male main character, Tengo who is a math teacher, who was a classmate of Aomame. He becomes the writer for 17 year old Fuka-Eri, who cannot write because she has dyslexic. He writes her story down and edits it becoming a national bestseller, called Air Chrysalis, which the plot of the story is the mystery at the center of the book as the two main characters meet, and falls in love.
Overall, this is a great story that is highly recommendable to all who love to read, especially to those who loves to take on a challenge or not afraid to read a book that is over 1000 pages long. This is book is well over 5 stars. Haruki Murakmai is already a great writer, who has translated many great masterpieces into Japanese from English, but with 1Q84 he has created a masterpiece that rises him beyond anything ever could be imagined. -
My Sunken Book Review
My real review, my Sunken Book Review, complete with unreliable Maps and Legends (not to mention Narrators), is here:
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
Only go there if you are a child who likes to be spoiled.
It's like a treasure hunt in a secret room.
Or a pirate ship laden with booty.
The Little People have tried unsuccessfully to sink it without trace.
They managed to sink it, but I have traced it again.
My Superficial Book Review
Have you ever been intoxicated by a book?
I've had so much to think that, now, I still don't know whether I'm slurring my words or swirling my worlds.
Only time will tell. Or Tengo.
This might make me sound like a lunatic, but don't the moons look magnificent tonight?
And, by the way, your hair is beautiful.
It's true, it's not just make believe.
I didn't make it up. Or if I did, I promise to make it up to you.
I know how to tell a phony from the real thing.
I can tell the difference between the medium and the message.
So, well done. We two are one. We, too, are one.
Reading Notes
My reading notes are here:
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
A Metafictitious Review That Could Have Been Written in the Land of Questions
"As a story, the work is put together in an exceptionally interesting way and it carries the reader along to the very end, but when it comes to the question of what is an air chrysalis, or who are the Little People, we are left in a pool of mysterious question marks.
"This may well be the author's intention, but many readers are likely to take this lack of clarification as a sign of 'authorial laziness'.
"While this may be fine for a debut work, if the author intends to have a long career as a writer, in the near future she may well need to explain her deliberately cryptic posture."
And Another
"You could pick it apart completely if you wanted to. But the story itself has real power: it draws you in.
"The overall plot is a fantasy, but the descriptive detail is incredibly real. The balance between the two is excellent.
"I don’t know if words like “originality” or “inevitability” fit here, and I suppose I might agree if someone insisted it’s not at that level, but finally, after you work your way through the thing, with all its faults, it leaves a real impression—it gets to you in some strange, inexplicable way that may be a little disturbing."
"If You Can't Understand It Without An Explanation, You Can't Understand It With An Explanation."
"It was probably Chekhov who said that the novelist is not someone who answers questions but someone who asks them."
Haiku for the Land of Q:
Here is an assortment of haiku inspired (or, if lacking inspiration, stimulated) by "1Q84".
Please add your contributions and improvements in the comments.
And don't forget to read the interview at the foot of the haiku.
Yo La Tengo (HaiQ)
Remember your hand,
How it held mine so firmly.
Now we are grown up.
Sonic Youth (HaiQ)
Under the two moons.
Aomame, Tengo, Q.
Fuka-Eri, too.
Television (HaiQ)
My father collects
NHK subscription fees,
So I can teach math.
MGMT (HaiQ)
Come, let us watch the
Oracle spectacular
Sketch birds, moons and cats.
Laura Nyro (HaiQ)
So surry on down.
There'll be lots of time into
Which to disappear.
The Strokes (HaiQ)
A massage table.
I prick the back of your neck.
Your wife will thank me.
Animal Collective (HaiQ)
You should see my house.
There's not much fancy in it,
Just my girls and spouse.
Lou Reed (HaiQ)
This time of year,
You and I should fall in love.
Sleep beneath two moons.
LCD Soundsystem (HaiQ)
Let all your friends know:
Daft Punk, playing at my house,
Little People free.
Blondie (HaiQ)
Twenty-four hours.
Can't stop until we achieve
Exquisite Rapture.
New York Dolls (HaiQ)
Dowager avoids
Personality crisis
Chasing butterflies.
Patti Smith (HaiQ)
I am out of place,
Out of the ordinary,
And now, out of time.
A View from the Window (HaiQ)
Probably pregnant,
A large cat licks its belly,
Shaded by the tree.
New-Fangled Angle (HaiQ)
Tengo's shiny smooth
Instrument achieves frequent
Perfect orgasms.
Ushikawa (HaiQ)
Large misshapen head.
His legs bent like cucumbers.
Unkempt frizzy hair.
Fuka-Eri I (HaiQ)
I could barely move
Eri climbed on top of me
Prompting intercourse.
Kumi Adachi (HaiQ)
The smiley face shirt.
The hooting owl in the woods.
Your thick pubic hair.
Tamaru (HaiQ)
Card carrying gay,
I got a woman pregnant
Once, bang, a bull's eye.
Fuka-Eri II (HaiQ)
Ample breasts revealed
She closed her eyes in rapture
Her lips spoke no words.
Tengo's Recipe I (HaiQ)
Edamame, shrimp
Celery, ginger, mushrooms
Saki, sesame.
Tengo's Recipe II (HaiQ)
Tofu, miso soup,
Cauliflower, rice pilaf,
Green bean, wakame.
Interview:
The Brisbane Airtrain takes many Japanese tourists from the Gold Coast to the Brisbane International Airport.
This is a transcript of a recent conversation with a middle-aged Japanese man between South Bank Station and the Airport during the Brisbane Writers Festival.
The man was wearing an "1Q84" t-shirt, he looked like Murakami, and spoke like Murakami, but he vehemently denied that he was Murakami at the end of the conversation.
He was contradicted by his companion, a quiet but very assertive black cat.
IG: There’s been some suggestion that the character Aomame is similar to Lisbeth Sanders.
HM: That will always happen, because there aren’t many role models for women capable of violence.
IG: Aomame has a particular knack, so to speak, for kicking men in the balls.
HM: Realistically speaking, it’s impossible for women to protect themselves against men without resorting to a kick in the testicles. Most men are bigger and stronger than women. A swift testicle attack is a woman’s only chance.
IG: So it’s a conscious tactic.
HM: A strategy. Mao Zedong said it best. You find your opponent’s weak point and make the first move with a concentrated attack. It’s the only chance a guerilla force has of defeating a regular army.
IG: So, the message is “go for the balls”.
HM: Either that, or make sure you’ve got a gun.
IG: Which is interesting, because later in the book, you give Aomame a gun. Why did you do that?
HM: I wasn’t going to, but her friend Ayumi, the policewoman, said something that suggested the idea to me. She was talking about the Steve McQueen film, “The Getaway”, and she mentioned “a wad of bills and a shotgun”.
IG: And Ayumi says that Aomame looks like Faye Dunaway holding a machine gun.
HM: Yes, but more importantly, Aomame says, “I don’t need a machine gun”.
IG: So I guess she wasn’t just talking about kicking guys in the balls.
HM: That’s right, I had to give her a gun.
IG: Well, Godard says, “All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl.”
HM: The idea goes back further than that, to Chekhov.
IG: Really?
HM: Yes, not so much guns and girls, but guns generally.
IG: I think Tamaru gave her the gun.
HM: Yes, but he also quoted Chekhov, “Once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired.”
IG: So the gun…
HM: Stop, I’m sorry, that would be a spoiler.
IG: Um, Tamaru is quite an interesting character. He’s the one who suggests that Aomame should read Proust’s “In Search of Lost Time”.
HM: She was supposed to be in hiding for three months.
IG: So she had plenty of time on her hands.
HM: Yes, someone once said that, unless you’ve been in jail or had to hide out for a long time, you can’t read the whole of Proust.
IG: Is Proust still relevant to modern readers? How do you relate to his work?
HM: Very relevant, with one qualification. It feels like I’m experiencing someone else’s dream. Like we’re simultaneously sharing feelings. But I can’t really grasp what it means to be simultaneous. Our feelings seem extremely close, but in reality there’s a considerable gap between us.
IG: Many critics say the same about your novels.
HM: They do.
IG: How do you react to these comments?
HM: I send them a box of madeleines.
IG: Good one. This interview wouldn’t be complete without a plug for GoodReads. Do you realize you’re very popular with Good Readers?
HM: I’m very popular with most readers.
IG: Ha ha. But not Paul Bryant.
HM: Him, the one who would be a parodist!
IG: You’ve got to admit he is pretty funny.
HM: He’s no funnier than his raw material, and I am his raw material.
IG: How do you think you should respond to readers like Paul?
HM: I parody them.
IG: Really?
HM: Yes, I’ve parodied him in “1Q84”.
IG: His review of “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”?
HM: Yes, tell me what you think of this, I can even recite it by heart:
"Tengo had been all but lost in the work for some time when he looked up to find it was nearly three o’clock. Come to think of it, he hadn’t eaten lunch. He went to the kitchen, put a kettle on to boil, and ground some coffee beans. He ate a few crackers with cheese, followed those with an apple, and when the water boiled, made coffee. Drinking this from a large mug, he distracted himself with thoughts of sex with his older girlfriend. Ordinarily, he would have been doing it with her right about now. He pictured the things that he would be doing, and the things that she would be doing. He closed his eyes, turned his face against the ceiling, and released a deep sigh heavy with suggestion and possibility."“
IG: No. Nobody would think Paul Bryant wrote that.
HM: I would love to argue the point, but I’m afraid this is my stop and I’ve got to get off.
Black Cat: Miaow, too (this is a Meowlingual translation of something that sounded like "Nyaa-Nyaa").
Paul Bryant's Review of "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle"
...is here:
http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...
Go there, read it, like it and return. -
Sean
I must confess that this is my first bold step into the world of Haruki Murakami. After roughly four weeks, my journey through the world of 1Q84 has come to end. I was unfamiliar with this author until this massive yet stunningly beautiful book showed up on the new releases table at the bookstore. I then learned that this author (famous in Japan but relatively unknown in America) titled this book as play on George Orwell’s 1984 (one of my favorites). So I decided to brave the 984 pages.
1Q84
This fantasy/romance story takes place in Tokyo in the year 1984 and follows two protagonists, Tengo and Aomame, and their quest to find each other. The only way they can do so is by entering the surreal world of 1Q84. As they both realize that they are not in same world as before, they then begin to ponder the peculiarities of the new world and wonder if they, in fact, are the only ones that are aware that they are in 1Q84.
Sean
As I began reading the first hundred pages or so, I was extremely curious about where this story was going. Two people, lost in this alternate reality, not really sure what the future holds with them. With much repetition in the story and lots of detail about every action, I thought that it took a lot of time to watch anything happen in the story. After some time, I then became skeptical whether this story would really hold my interest for another 700 pages. I even considered giving up at one point. I decided that since I had already finished 200 pages, I just had to continue.
1Q84
The story switched back and forth between these two protagonists and we eventually learn that each character lives very similar lives. They are both caught up in immoral circumstances and question their actions. Other characters enter the story and all play a critical role in the decisions that the protagonists choose to make. By book 2, the underlying mystery of the story is revealed and the reader eventually learns the motives among all of the characters in the story.
Sean
As I was well into book 2, this book became very interesting. I began to understand the many methods of duality Murakami uses in the story: Tengo/Aomame, 1984/1Q84, talk/solitude, birth/death, large moon/little moon, etc. As the mystery of the book is revealed, I also realized that the underlying mystery really isn’t what this book is about. I deduced that this book is really an exploration of many existential themes of human existence and duality.
1Q84
At the very center of this story is the theme of loneliness and longing. Other themes explored are parent/child relationships, sexual promiscuity, adultery, fraud, morality, religion, violence, and childhood nostalgia. All of these themes are concocted with simple yet beautiful prose. As a result, Murakami has created a great story that explored much of the dark side to human nature.
Sean and 1Q84
It is unclear to me how personal this novel really is to Haruki Marukami. Whether or not these themes are explored based on his personal experience, I could not determine. Nevertheless, Murakami has crafted a complex book that will leave me tossing around many of these themes in my head. Overall, I enjoyed 1Q84 and believe that my time reading this huge 984 page opus was never irretrievably lost. -
I bought this shortly after New Year's. I can tell you from what bookstore I bought it. I could point out approximately (but not exactly) the rack from which I selected it. I remember the person who accompanied me at the time. I don't know exactly what I was wearing—but it was probably a sweater of some sort with a t-shirt underneath, worn but serviceable dress pants and well polished brown or black shoes. I know that my clothes were fitting well, and were not too snug, because my recent efforts at losing weight had met with somewhat more than moderate success, even though I'd just come through the Christmas holidays. I don't remember what my friend was wearing but it was probably jeans, a t-shirt and a denim jacket. I could tell you a lot of my friend's back story, although he probably would not appreciate it, and in any case it is not relevant to the review, except indirectly. I don't remember whether there was music playing in the store, how many people were in the line up at the cashier, what the woman who took my money was wearing, or whether the bills I gave her were freshly minted or creased and crinkled. I do know that there was a significant discount on the book, which was a factor that contributed to my buying it.
If (in some sort of alternate reality version of our world) I lived in Japan and were enrolled in a creative writing course taught by a doppelganger of Mr. Murakami, I would no doubt flunk out. Spectacularly. -
Update - 4 years on...
Can it really be that long ago? It's a book I listened to over a period of weeks, over 40 hours worth of the normal Murakami mix of sex, food and parallel dimensions. But that's barely scratching the surface. It's a book that still haunts me, though in truth I can no longer recall much of the detail.
I do remember that at heart the narrative is a simple one: boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy searches for girl - though this might just be the only simple thing about this book.
I know I'll have to listen to it again - and I really do think that audio is the ideal vehicle for Murakami's longer, more complex pieces - probably within the next 12 months. I know it'll call me back.
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An epic, magnificent and surreal love story. A quiet maths teacher realises he loves a girl he has barely spoken to who, unbeknown to him, has become a contract killer. The story unfolds through the eyes of these two and a third character. It moves slowly - well, it's got plenty of room at something like 1200 pages - and sometimes nothing of any consequence happens for quite some time. The whole thing is complex and surprising. It's beautifully told and I found myself able to accept and even welcome the more bizarre elements.
In Murakami's best novels (and this one certainly qualifies) the sense of not knowing where he's going to take you and what it's going to feel like when you get there is exhilarating. I know this book divides opinion but I believe it to be quite brilliant! -
Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
1Q84 ~~ Haruki Murakami
4.5/5
Selected by Srđan for March 2021 Big Book Read
After finishing War and Peace I had planned on reading Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain for my next big read of 2021. But I thought the styles might be too similar for back-to-back reads. I mentioned I was thinking of 1Q84 to my friend, Srđan. Being a huge Murakami fan, he enthusiastically urged me to tackle 1Q84 telling me it was an amazing read. When a friend is that passionate about a book, one has no choice but to take the plunge. And as with all Murakami books, the reader is literally taking a plunge since you have no idea what world, or in some cases, worlds you'll end up inhabiting.
I became so invested in 1Q84, I finished all 925 pages in seven days. And now that I have finished it, I have no idea what to say or how to write this review.
1Q84 takes place in a surreal world, filled with peculiar characters, talking cats, large penises, a plethora of pubic hair and lots of jazz ~~ add to this a religious cult, secret passageways, and various chrysalises, and you know you are in Murakamiland.
What Murakami has given us in 1Q84 , is a tightly plotted, metaphysical monster of a fairy tale. Murakami has said he wants to blend Dostoevsky with Raymond Chandler in his work, and he has done so brilliantly in 1Q84 with a triple dose of religious mysticism, assassins, murders and detectives, and Little People.
This tale begins with a woman named Aomame ~~ which means green pea in Japanese. She is stuck in a taxi on a jammed expressway in Tokyo in 1984. All we are told is Aomame is on a mission and has to get somewhere, no matter what, by a certain time. The driver tells her about an emergency ladder by which she can descend to street level and catch a subway train, which she does, but by so doing she has emerged into another world, almost exactly like our own except for certain historical differences and the two moons in the night sky. Using a Japanese pun between the numeral nine and the letter Q, she dubs this world 1Q84.
It is the story of how Aomame and a boy, Tengo, she once held hands with in elementary school, are eventually drawn back together, in the world of 1Q84, via the machinations of a religious cult called Sakigake, which has established a connection with the creepy Little People. Sakigake hires a private detective named Ushikawa ~~ an incredibly ugly man with crooked teeth and a huge misshapen head, to track Aomame down, for reasons I cannot divulge under order of the Little People.
1Q84 has its problems. The dialogue becomes preachy at times. Characters and plot elements pop in and out for no reason, with no resolution. 1Q84 builds to an excruciating climax in the second section, then starts over in the third section for reasons known only to Murakami. And lastly, the ending is rushed.
But, with all that said, I highly recommend 1Q84. It is a suspenseful and bizarre book which will surely captivate you right from the start. The mysteries left unsolved add up ~~ as they do with all Murakami books ~~ to the beauty of the reading experience ~~ and you might end up like me, thinking every time you look at the moon How would it be to suddenly see two moons in the sky?
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Updated, April 2012. Long theory explained in the spoiler section in the middle...
The odd thing about this book is that whether I like it or hate it hinges on a particular point of interpretation, one that I'm not really sure is meant to be dissected the way I'm doing. As such, I literally can't tell if this is a good book operating by rather obscure and crafty methods, or a bad, actually rather reprehensible book, operating by more straight-forward means. The fact that it's Murakami, someone I'm pretty sympathetic to, and who is not usually dumb or simple or reprehensible, makes me want to believe the former, but I feel like it'd be way too easy to miss the things that make this so. Hmmmm. Talk to me, Murakami readers.
(Several months later: I do hope that the lameness of the later book was rooted in some kind of post-modern feminist angle, but it seems admittedly doubtful, and contradicts what I know about Murakami's meandering, often under-directed working methods, which are always present, even in the better work, in the inability to write an ending).
Basically, the first half of 1Q84 seems like pretty good Murakami all around. More plot-driven and obviously interconnected than usual, but unusually gripping for a while. And of our leads, Aomame initially seems interesting and unique for Murakami (especially vs. Tengo, a typically lost, empty 30ish Murakami avatar). And thematically, Murakami seems to be dealing with some pretty worthwhile social issues, both for Japan and elsewhere. Also, there's this neat post-modern dimension that really bears some consideration. (Actually, it's these post-modern nuances and intrigues that make the more straight-forward-seeming plotting promise something weirder and more surprising to come).
THEN, though, that gripping plot? It climaxes in the very middle of the book and unspools. Of the mysteries and intrigues set up in the first half, few will really be revisited. The book enters a holding formation, and when it comes out, the plot has jumped tracks. Or off the tracks, pretty much. But that's not all so serious, necessarily. Much more damaging, all the thematics I liked in the first half seem to have jumped tracks too, into something that is actually diametrically opposed to the first half of the story as I had read it. The force of this opposition is so strong that, to me, it either destroys the book, or is secretly allied with the first half in a scathing criticism of the reader accepts it too readily.
I want to be more specific here, now (also added later):
Seriously, I'm stumped. Did he really spend some 400 pages in semi-secret attack on his own story and readers? Are the readers expected to catch on and learn from the experience? Are even a fraction likely to do this if it is so? It's either a one-star book (self-defeating, obnoxious, thematically problematic), or maybe more like a 3.5 star book (super clever and harsh, but why write your longest book as a trick?). Can't decide. If you have theories, let's talk. -
Update: I know i have only read one Murakami book like four times and i am in no way eligible enough to say that i am a true fan but please believe me when i say this : If there is one other person, besides Steve Jobs, who is my role model then it's Haruki Murakami. And i am trying my best to make time and read his books ya know.
Review:“If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.”
Love. It transcends dimensions.
Even though Murakami has created a bizarre world, a completely different world, still, in the end, it all came back to a love story. But this is unlike anything I have ever read.
After completing this book, as i lay down on my bed i thought i heard a whisper. I thought i heard someone speak.
And Ho-Ho.
They were the The Little People. They were building their Air Chrysalis. The huge womb-like thing that materializes out of their hands.
And then I spoke.
Oh how I spoke.
I spoke about Tengo and Aomame.
About Fuka-Eri. About the book she wrote. How it was a catalyst for everything.
About Sakigake. The religious cult.
About Ushikawa, Leader, Buzzcut and Ponytail, Tsubasa, Professor Ebisuno, and the three nurses that Tengo meets.
And oh how could i forget The Little People.
I spoke about the Little People while they made their Air Chrysalis.
And then I spoke about love. How all this was still a love story.
How, even though the world had changed, love was still there. Because Love. . .in the end it transcended all dimensions.
And then I closed my eyes.
And when i woke up the Little People. . .they were gone.
I have no idea how Murakami has created such a beautiful thing. If someone asked me whether I would recommend this book to them i would tell them to try Murakami's other "shorter" books first because Murakami is definitely an acquired taste. It is slow burn and there are no action scenes.
But. . .
There are Cat towns.
And the three witches from Macbeth.
And that person who knocks on Aomame's door.
And moon-crossed lovers.
And a different world.
And connections. How connections once made will stay forever.“That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.”
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More than the author’s usual magical realism, this novel crosses over into science fiction: people can be born in a cocoon; there are “Little People” who crawl out of dead bodies and there are two moons. The title is a take-off from Orwell’s “1984.” Yet none of that is necessary to the plot or the structure of the story. A young woman is an assassin hired to kill a religious cult leader with his assent. She is pregnant by (choose one) her boyfriend, the cult leader or maybe the Little People, but in any case the cult thugs are after her to get the baby. They hire an ugly dwarf private investigator to help them find her and he becomes the star of the story – the most fully developed character and in some ways, the one we can most identify with. Chapters written in the first person alternate among the three main characters: the young woman, the young man and the investigator. There really isn’t a lot of plot and I would not call the story “riveting,” but it kept my attention. Like the author’s novel, Kafka on the Shore, the story pays more homage to Western culture than to Japanese culture.
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Honestly I feel slighted that we only have one moon.
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By the time one decides to read their third or fourth Murakami book, a certain
set of expectations already springs up in the form of a private blurb statement which readily signifies that the emergence of a familiar pattern is lined up ahead. A pattern where rearrangement of different elements become inevitable but the prospect of discovering something new turns out to be the key reason for returning to a world where 'suspension of disbelief' is duly carved at the entry point. Whether that world is illuminated by the radiance of two moons or hundred suns, if it’s the magical creation by one of my favorite writers then I simply excuse myself from the tedious reality and get ready for the mystifying charm of another surreal tale. And 1Q84 is no exception.
An alphanumeric year, few entangled lives, one ardent love story - what we have is a lengthy book with no shortage of imagination. Murakami’s passion for storytelling really shines through his works. His main art lies in the ability to create a hypnotic yet germane atmosphere wherein his ingenious vision of a parallel universe and the unique mélange of characters is primarily a by-product of our social order /disorder only. He gives fantastical expression to his ideas and gradually proclaims his purpose chapter by chapter, book by book.
So what is that 'new' which 1Q84 gave me? It’s difficult to summarize this trilogy but as a reader and an admirer, it gave me an opportunity to recognize the depth of Murakami as a writer. He’s immensely popular as popular can get but I gauged a childlike excitement in his writing. A willingness to stretch his limitations and making them join hands with his strengths. 1Q84 is a subtle examination of desire and how that desire perpetuates both good and evil. It’s a careful contemplation of an inconspicuous planet and how it’s capable of foreshadowing our everyday life. It’s a clever conformity with the world which Orwell predicted and Dostoyevsky imagined. It’s an ode to the crazy notions of love and I love ‘love’.
For the most part, what others probably found irritating was a source of friendly comfort for me. What others must have dismissed as silly brought a laughing fit for me. What was never-ending for others was a matter of ceaseless joy for me. But with so much good, there is a good scope for mistakes too. There are apparent flaws here concerning some sensitive issues, which when gets exposed to the cynical red light develops into several problematic images. How one construes those images is a crucial but complicated task for readers and when a book turns out to be 1000+ pages long there should be no surprise if it attracts 1000+ interpretations too. In any case, one surely stands to gain a lot. This book however gained 4 stars and all my discontent, my sarcastic laughs, my rolling of eyes moments and my little disappointments are condensed into one single star which I’m keeping as a bookmark for my next Murakami novel. -
Phew. Reading this book is like being in a bad marriage but you can't decide if it's actually bad or not. It started out fantastic. I was engrossed in it and couldn't wait to get home from work every day to just cuddle up with the book in hand. Somewhere along the way, I lost a bit of interest and started thinking about the other unread books in my list. I was tempted to cheat but persevered and gave it my full attention. Some days were great, some days were bad. Some so bad that I skimmed. There's a lot of sex (and an obsession with breasts) along the way too but what really got to me was the fantastical parts of the book. I wish it wasn't so... silly. Yes, that's the word I choose to use although it may not necessarily describe it. The writing is brilliant, the characters are great, but some of the actual ideas, not so much.
With all these ups and downs, I managed to hold on to the love I felt in the beginning and guess I largely succeeded because I did finish it. The translation work is fantastic and often made me wonder how they did it so well, especially where references are made to particular words.
I think this book taught me something. I can't commit to a long book fully. I am a skimmer and I am made that way. This book probably deserves a 4-star rating at least, and a better reader than me. So now that I am done, I am going to let go.
I hope you enjoy it and know that you are very lucky to have a go at it!
