If only I can be transported forever into the world of poignant memories, of dreams and faraway places, and somehow stay cocooned within this deep emotions that always seem to linger through silence. Haruki Murakami’s books always gives that effect on me. His novels makes me crave for solace, and with the perfect rainy atmosphere, I can always easily drift into his world and allow my thoughts to wander back into war settings, romantic walks, first love affairs and moonlight strolls while holding hands.
South of the Border, West of the Sun is one of my favorites next to Norwegian Wood. The heart wrenching emotional plot keeps me up till the wee hours of the morning. I am mad at Hajime for being so selfish and in love with him at the same time. There’s always something magical about first loves.That even after 25 years, that love is still burning I have never experienced a love like that, willing to give up his own family, wife and children, just to be with that person. I sometimes curse Shimamoto for reappearing into Hajime’s life. I always believed that men stray for a reason, and as long as you keep their eyes blindfolded from evil temptation, they would stay beside you. But if that evil temptation is very persistent and would do everything to take off that blindfold then start getting scared.
If you are in a relationship with a complex person, you always have to consider the risks.. You have to embrace everything, emotional baggage and all. You would know if a person truly loves you if he accepts everything about you. Your shortcomings, your mood swings,, your selfishness, your childish rants. There’s always no rhyme or reason, you just love the person. Hajime holds that love for Shimamoto. She’s very deep and hard to understand. Maybe because she had a bad leg and wraps herself in a protective shell and always creating a wall around her
This book moved me so much that I felt really affected by it. It’s a strong indication that he is a brilliant author that his readers are becoming so involved with his stories. He’s got the ability to be profound about facts and fantasy, always leaning towards surrealism, Too complicated to analyze. I have learned to savor each word and sentences to truly feel the message and connect with the protagonist.
One thing I can say about this book. It is explosively brilliant.
Growing up in the suburbs of post-war Japan, it seemed to Hajime that everyone but him had brothers and sisters. His sole companion was Shimamoto, also an only child. Together they spent long afternoons listening to her father’s record collection. But when his family moved away, the two lost touch. Now Hajime is in his thirties. After a decade of drifting he has found happiness with his loving wife and two daughters, and success running a jazz bar. Then Shimamoto reappears. She is beautiful, intense, enveloped in mystery. Hajime is catapulted into the past, putting at risk all he has in the present.