Playing Pacman at 2:14 am
One night, I decided to keep a friend company who had to study late into the night. He decided to go to a MacDonald’s outlet to study, so there I was at 2:14 am, sitting at MacDonald’s, eating Chicken McNuggets, watching my friend ‘try’ to study, and playing Pacman on his laptop. How surreal. Reminds me of a scene that keeps recurring in Haruki Murakami’s stories.
‘The Wind-Up Chronicle’ was the first Murakami book that I read. This cult-status book got me thinking for weeks after I put down the book. The haunting images, surreal storyline and staccato prose stuck in my head and refused to be dislodged. Such is the magic of Murakami’s words. I was first recommended his books by my Japanese language sensei in Oxford, who told me I had to start with The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. It was so immensely captivating and yet disturbing, so beautiful and yet discordant that I had to ration the chapters I could read in a day so as to prolong the reading pleasure. (Fellow bookworms would know what I mean!) Very quickly, A Wild Sheep Chase, The Elephant Vanishes, South of the Border, West of the Sun, Kafka on the Shore all flooded my bookshelves.
Go pick up a Murakami book one of these days and see if you feel the same way I do about his writing. =)