"Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage" by Haruki Murakami
My rating: 5/5
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage felt more like a short story in comparison to the sprawling tomes which make up Haruki Murami’s previous book, 1Q84. This is not to say there is anything lacking in Murakami’s newest novel, in fact I loved both of his two most recent efforts, but I did so for very different reasons. I was completely absorbed in the world of 1Q84, lost in the depths of the mysteries and metaphysical problems faced by the characters. Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki on the other hand, while presenting mysteries to keep the reader gripped, is very raw with human emotion and introspective examination. There is deep contemplation presented regarding personal change and development of self. If anything, while I have found every work by Murakami deeply affecting, this newest was probably hardest to stomach. Perhaps it’s just the time of my life, but the themes presented strike me as utterly convincing and truly real. The experience of a novel depends entirely on the state of mind of the reader, and for me, I am in the very midst of examining my own past, and reflecting on my growth. Some of the passages are startlingly similar to entries in my own writing from the past year, but I can only assume I’m just not as original as I would like; I am again reminded that Haruki Murakami is unwavering in his never-ending poignant, accurate reflections on life and state of mind. Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki is very short, so short that upon finishing I felt the urge to immediately start the book again. This isn’t to say that I found it unfulfilling, merely that it really isn’t very long; but yet it felt so entirely relevant that I wanted to take another look.