“One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.”

– Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage


I’ve decided to spend the remainder of 2015 reading the novels of Haruki Murakami that I haven’t gotten 14713111178_fbea0cbd3c_baround to reading yet. I’ve only read the entire bodies of work of a few novelists including Nabokov, Joyce (And, man, that was a struggle. Finnegans Wake ended up taking me 4 years to finish, and even then I needed to buy a readers guide to comprehend the bulk of it.), Dick, Kafka, Vonnegut, and Ellroy. So I thought Murakami would be a worthwhile addition to this very short list.

Despite how much I enjoy Murakami’s books, there’s surprisingly quite a few of them that I haven’t gotten around to, so I imagine I’ll be slogging through them right up until the end of the year.

I’m starting off with Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, which I’ve been sitting on since December of 2014. The premise is fairly simple: Tsukuru Tazaki’s four high school best friends dump him a year after they all start college, the loss devastates him, and then he spends the next decade living a fairly hollow and lonely existence, at least until he sets out to find out why his friends ditched him.

I’m 144 pages in and its pretty good so far. I’ll post a review once I’m done.