The Wind Up Bird Chronicle

The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

Genre: Fiction
Book over 600 pages Book Bingo


Murakami is strange. His plots are a bit hard to follow. But he has such a deep perception of humanity that it draws you in and keeps you there.

A man and his wife misplace their cat. She contacts a psychic medium to help them and speaking in riddles, never gets anywhere. Kumiko leaves her husband for her lover and he befriends a very strange 16 year girl obsessed with death and everyone is trying to find themselves.

In the end, the cat comes back.

Like I said, I couldn’t discern the plot. It was complicated, confusing, a bit boggling, a sense if messed up sexual fuckery, and I have no idea what was going on.

It’s a book that needs to be reread a few times I think. Murakami has such a way with underlying plots that it really comes off as beautiful.

Murakami is one of those writers that come once in a lifetime. I recommend him but be forewarned, he’s weird. XD



1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

Genre: General Fiction/Scifi
11/Clearly no longer 40 THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016

Translated Book Book Bingo


“The role of a story was, in the broadest of terms, to transpose a single problem into another form. Depending on the nature and direction of the problem, a solution could be suggested in the narrative. Tengo would return to the real world with that suggestion in hand. It was like a piece of paper baring the indecipherable text of a magic spell. At times, it lacked coherance and served no immediate practical purpose. Someday he might be able to decipher the spell. That possibility warmed his heart from within.”

1Q84. 925 pages. About a week and 18 total clocked hours to read. This book was intense, highly complicated, complex, beautiful and baffling all rolled up into one. It takes place in a world like our own but not quite. Something happens and a parallel tangent fractures off. The story centralizes around Aomame, a woman hired to kill to abusive men, and Tengo, a mathematician turned ghost writer. Unbeknownst to them, they get caught in a web of someone else’s plot and like dew drops on a web, and slowly slide towards the center towards each other, drawn by impossible plot mechanisms.

Murakami introduces many complex themes in his writing. Religion. Social structure. Lonliness. Depression. Suicide. Strange sexual desires. Fantasical elements. Domestic abuse. And so on. I was driven by the plot devices and swept up in a giant wave of imagery as the story played before me.

“Although it was a story about the fantastical experiences of a girl placed in unusual circumstances, it also had something that called forth people’s natural sympathies. It probably aroused some subconcious something, which is why readers were pulled in and kept turning pages.”

90% of it came off like a book within a book. The story that Tengo is ghost writing begins to become real and he finds himself mysteriously attuned to the original writer, Fuki-Eri, and imagination becomes a reality. Aomame begins to notice discrepancies in the world around her and dubs the new world 1Q84, having felt like she’s left the orginal  1984 behind.  (Yes, there’s alot of references to Orwell.)

“It is very difficult to logically explain the illogical.”

For the most part, this didn’t read like a translated novel. Whoever was in charge of that did a beautiful job. It flowed like water and Murakami is definitely master of the written word. I highly enjoyed the ride and will consider this my beast for the year. (Last year was Les Miserables by Victor Hugo).

I highly recommend him and his other works however, be warned that he’s not for everyone. Lonliness, highly proactive sexual themes, and strange instances are primary themes in his writing.  (Kinda like a Japanese Chuck Palichunik?) This one was a bit disturbing with its sexual abuse exploits and casual sex. It added to the plot vs degrading it, but definitely not for YA readers.

I could probably rampage for another 800 or so words on this book, but I really don’t want to spoil it for anyone. 🙂 It was a fantastic, albeit beastly, read.


(I did fill 12 pages in my quote notebook while listening to LOTR soundtrack.)

It was also a love story that transcends parallel dimensions.

“We came into this world so that we could meet. We didn’t realize it ourselves, but that was the purpose of our coming here. We faced all kinds of complications – things that didn’t make sense, things that defied explanation. Weird things, gory things, sad things. And sometimes, even beautiful things. We were asked to make a vow and we did. We were forced to go through hard times, and we made it. We were able to accomplish the goal we came here to accomplish.”


The Little Paris Bookshop

The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George


Travelouge Book Bingo
Genre: Fiction


Books are more than doctors, of course. Some novels are loving, life long companions, some give you a clip about the ear; others are friends who wrap you in warm towels when you’ve got those autumn blues. And some…well, some are pink candy floss that tingles your brain for three seconds and leaves a blissful void. Like a short, torrid love affair.

This book….it’s a bit hard to get my thoughts in order. I had considered using it for ‘Translated Novel’ but alas, upon much contemplation, I decided to use it for the Travelouge. Not only is a journey book, it is a journey about overcoming grief, finding yourself and laying your demons to rest.

Jean Perdu runs a boat Bookshop. He lives in an apartment with a strange cast of characters and calls his job a Literary Apothecary. He prescribes people the books they need vs the books they want. He becomes connected to the lady Catherine across the way, and his heart of stone stutters. 22 years ago, the love of his life left him and he sets out to find her, the meaning of life, and gains ragtag boat mates in addition to his two cats. Together they learn that life is a metaphor, true love, and laying your demons to rest. They set off down the Seline River in the Bookshop Boat, Lula, on a journey of self discovery and grieving.

This is one of those books that made me think, contemplate and gave me a bit of something in return. It’s by no means THE BEST NOVEL EVER, but it’s definitely thought provoking. It combines love of literature, overcoming the inner subconcious, and taking life and living it in search of the meaning to this thing called living.

I recommend it to book lovers everywhere. It didn’t read like a translated novel and enjoy your trip down the river and Southern France. 🙂

Max had underlined certain sentences in pencil and jotted some questions in the margins; he read the book as it ought to be read…

Reading- an endless journey; a long, indeed never ending journey that made one more temperate as well as more loving and kind.