“I saw myself as the wind-up bird, flying through the summer sky, lighting on the branch of a huge tree somewhere, winding the world’s spring. If there really was no more wind-up bird, someone would have to take on its duties. Someone would have to wind the world’s spring in its place. Otherwise, the spring would run down and the delicately functioning system would grind to a halt. The only one who seemed to have noticed that the wind-up bird was gone, however, was me.”
–Haruki Murakami, “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”
I finished The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Harukai Murakami last weekend, I’ve just been too busy until now (when the hall bar is closed on a Sunday night) to write about it. It was the second of Murakami’s book’s I had read (see my Midori entry for more details) and I like this one the best so far. It was incredibly dark in places, but I that was one of the things I liked the most about it. At some points it made me want to physically go out and find a well (read the book and you’ll understand). I don’t really know where I found the time to read this book. Most of it was devoured during the long train trips to and from Liverpool, or the bus trips to/from Milton Keynes. Between those points, as much as I wanted to read it, I didn’t really find the time. Ive gotten a hold of Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, but I think Ill leave off reading that for a while. Murakami is fantastic, but I think I need a break from him.