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On Murakami

The last time I picked up my pen to seriously write an essay was some years back and I have held back on writing for a while.  It has in fact been a long while.  I have even destroyed some of my well-thought through writings to destroy some memories.  (I regret it a little.) So history may be reinvented.  (That's what I thought.)  At least there's no supporting evidences.  I have not put writing as a priority therefore I have not been touching much of it.  Finally I am missing it after reading another of Murakami's work, Norwegian Wood. This is my third Murakami book.  Why do his works attract me?  I guess I find his writings very absurd but not impossible to happen.  Someone said to me that a good author understands human behaviour quite well.  Did Murakami write to please?  In certain ways, the protagonists in his books are ordinary human beings.  Their emotions are rational and predictable because as a reader, I listen to the protagonists' train of thoughts.  However, just like when I have finished the Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (WUBC), I felt like I didn't really know the protagonist at all and what he did was really out of the world.  I remember how I felt when I started on the first few chapters of WUBC - I couldn't stop reading but as I approached the end, I didn't know why it ended that way.  It is good for me though as it is unlike many other books that have predictable endings.  The takeaway for me is that life is full of uncertainties and ambiguities; sometimes things just aren't as clear as you want them to be.

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