Tsukuru is man haunted by a prematurely severed friendship that lingers like a phantom limb. He lives in
an incomplete world, a world of suspended adolescence. Murakami doesn’t create this world;
rather he establishes the narrator’s point of view and the world flows out from
that singular coordinate. Tsukuru’s thoughts shape the feel his environment in
one direction or another. The temporal flexibility of his memory gives the
reader the same vague feeling about time and place as Tsukuru. Murakami’s
stories are very much about picking out the details in overlapping layers of
grey. The mundane urban landscape is ambiguously intertwined with the
cosmological universe and the protagonist’s own psychological universe. His
dreams are often more vividly portrayed then reality. Murakami achieves effect
this by providing intense physical description to accompany Tazaki’s imaginations,
however when he wakes those descriptions become vaguer and the reader is
returned to the sluggish, reflective pace of Tazaki’s daily grind.
These interlocking realities are presented to the reader sensorially.
Murakami revels in the bleak silence of isolation just as much as the oblique,
often stilted banter between characters.
On every page we are overwhelmed with the sights, sounds and tastes of
Tazaki’s insular world. What Tsukuru eats, or often doesn’t, is informed by his
ever-changing relationships. Plain bread and vegetables, Haida’s fragrant
omelets and the meals he shares with Sahara are each indelible landmarks in
Tsukuru’s life. Murakami’s reference to Franz Liszt’s Le mal du, from his Years of Pilgrimage Suite, and
Thelonious Monk’s Round Midnight serve as similar reference points for Tsukuru.
The meaning and importance of these songs evolves contextually throughout the
narrative. This fluid soundtrack creates an atmospheric ground for Murakami’s
world to rest on. Dragged reluctantly from his solipsism by acquaintances old
and new, Tsukuru is forced to confront his past and by extension he begins to
convey a wider world.
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