A good friend, C, recommended the books of Haruki Murakami last Saturday….(actually,not really “recommended,” but he sneered when I said I haven’t read any of his books yet.) Knowing him, and our inclination to certain genre of literature, I trust his taste. So I did my research, Murakami’s works have recurring themes of alienation, loneliness and depression. Novels with disappointing, or frustrating ends.
That intrigued me though.
Anyway, I came across ThoughCatalog’s review and others as well. They love the books through its pain, frustration and negative feelings but all of them implied his books are not meant to be read more than once. Eventually, we have to outgrow them.
“It touches the continuous struggle of people against loneliness.”
In some way, the books validates their emotion. And at present everyone is looking for that, Validation.
That they are not alone in feeling this mellow spectrum of emotion.
They are not alone feeling alone.
They are not alienated for feeling sad.
That they are not the only ones struggling.
It’s an emotion we have to go through but not embrace.
Pain that must be felt but eventualy have to recover from.
However, in emphasizing that everyone struggles it diminishes the gravity of the emotion each person takes and the unique a person maneuvers through the emotion.
You’re sad. I’m sad. Eventually, Everything will be okay.
That’s why, there are times we use our loneliness as part of our identity. Why do we have these books then? instead of using it as comfort, a distraction, we try digging deeper to the realm of loneliness and reaching the borders of depression.
Maybe that’s why reviewers, ate wuite dismayed finding them in shelves of people they visit. People who upon knowing they own or even like the books, will break the facade they built and their mask they wear.
I’ll start by reading Norwegian Wood.