1Q84 Haruki Murakami
To be honest, I could’ve never imagined that I would
finish this 900 page novel. I remember I was at the book store with a friend
and picked up 1Q84 because it was the biggest book on the shelf. Jokingly, I
said that I would never be able to even get half way through it and wouldn’t
expect anyone to finish it all. But, as soon as I read the first sentence, I
knew that I would not be able to put it down. Why? Because Murakami is a
genius. I don’t know how he does that, but the book is written in such a way
that you are drawn in by its first words and can’t stop yourself from turning
the pages until you reach the last sentence. The language is in no way flowery
or beautiful, but its straight-forward realism gives you such a vivid
description of the setting and the characters that, by the end of the book, you
feel like you know them personally.
Summary: 1Q84 follows the lives of Aomame, a fitness
instructor, who kills unfaithful and violent men in revenge, and Tengo, who works
as a mathematics teacher at a local cram school, while writing fiction in his
free time. Although very different, their destinies are intertwined in the
surreal world they both end up in.
The novel doesn’t have the typical
“introduction-climax-resolution” structure, but is rather like a jigsaw puzzle,
in which you can’t see the complete picture, until the last piece is put into
place. In other words, as you read the story, it seems like a 900-page piece of
description with barely any action, until you get to the last chapter and
realise that everything has reached a conclusion.
Would I recommend the book? Definitely! 1Q84
(surprisingly) doesn’t force any kind of message on you. It doesn’t have the
“moral of the story” and doesn’t leave you thinking. At least, that’s what I
felt after I finished it. However, it did teach me a couple of things about
writing and how you can structure a piece of writing in an alternative way. (It
also taught me how depressing being an adult is.)
Side note: this was the only Murakami book I’ve read,
so I can’t compare it to his other work. According to many internet reviews,
this isn’t his best work, but, hey, I enjoyed it.
Lolita Vladimir Nabokov
If you refuse to read this book because it’s “about
pedophilia”, please rethink your life choices. Seriously. Everyone should read
it and here’s why.
The language! Damn! The language this book is written
in is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The little metaphors, the French
phrases, which slip in now and then, the long sentences, split by never-ending
semi-colons… it’s beautiful! And it’s not the kind of language you’d find dull
or boring. On the contrary, it’s so delicious you’d want to devour it! It draws
you in and leaves you speechless because, after having read something so
beautiful, the everyday English we use just sounds plain or even revolting. (I
could spend hours talking about the language in this novel.)
And it’s so beautiful how the description makes the
main character so disgusting! It’s amazing how the whole book is literally just
a huge juxtaposition of the flowery language and the repugnant story, making
the novel so revolting, so disgusting and, yet so… beautiful! You feel such
strong hatred towards the filthy Humbert, who raped and destroyed the life of
little Dolores. But, again, you can’t hate the book for the awful imagery
because the DAMN LANGUAGE IS SO BEAUTIFUL.
Three of four miles out of Wace, I turned into the shadow of a picnic ground where the morning had dumped its litter of light on an empty table; Lo looked up with a semi-smile and without a word I delivered a tremendous backhand cut that caught her smack on her hot hard little cheekbone.And then the remorse, the poignant sweetness of sobbing atonement, groveling love, the hopelessness of sensual reconciliation. In the velvet night, at Mirana Motel (Mirana!) I kissed the yellowish soles of her long-toed feet, I immolated myself…But it was all of no avail. Both doomed were we. And soon I was to enter a new cycle of persecution.
Lolita
left me absolutely speechless. It is, without doubt, the best piece of writing
I’ve ever read.
Nothing to Envy Barbara Demick
A
peculiar thing about Nothing to Envy is that it doesn’t have any blunt (or
subtle) American propaganda you would expect. I say that because the last book
I read on North Korea had a very delicate message against the DPRK and often
compared the two regimes to show which one was best. Nothing to Envy, on the
other hand, tells the story (and history) without favouring either side,
portraying the genuine trust the characters had towards Kim Il Sung without any
bias.
As I’ve
mentioned before, it does read as a dystopian fiction from time to time. For
example, Mrs Song’s husband was a journalist, who rewrote the news in favour of
North Korea. I couldn’t help, but think of the famous Ministry of Truth from
Orwell’s classic.
Battle Royale Koushun Takami and Masayuki Taguchi
Look at
it. Wow. Just wow.
The story
is set in an alternative (or futuristic) universe, in which Japan is a dictatorship.
Every year, a class of middle schoolers is selected to participate in “the
program”, a cruel game, where the classmates have to kill each other until only
one remains. The manga focuses on everyone’s background story, making you
attached to the characters, so that you feel empathy even towards the
antagonistic ones.
The main
character is Shuuya, who loves rock (despite it being banned in Japan) and is
quite popular at school. He grew up in an orphanage with his best friend Nobu,
who is in love with a fellow classmate called Noriko. When Nobu is shot, Shuuya
promises to protect Noriko and keep her alive until the end. The two form an
alliance with Shogo, a menacing-looking student with scars all over his body,
who transferred to the school recently and is much older than the rest. I’ll
leave the summery at that because the end is very unpredictable. (And, no, it’s
nothing like the Hunger Games.)
The Twelve Chairs Ilya Ilf and Evgeny Petrov
The Twelve
Chairs is a satirical novel set in the Soviet Union in the 1920s and it’s the
funniest book I’ve ever read. Don’t ever read it in a public place because it
will make you laugh and giggle uncontrollably.
Ideas occurred to Father Theodore unexpectedly, and when they did he used to get down to work on the spot. He once started making a marble-like washing-soap; he made pounds and pounds of it, but despite an enormous fat content, the soap would not lather, and it cost twice as much as the Hammer and Plough brand, to boot. For a long time after it remained in the liquid state gradually decomposing on the porch of the house, and whenever his wife, Catherine, passed it, she would wipe away a tear. The soap was eventually thrown into the cesspool.
In the
story, Ippolit and Ostap, who are each other’s complete opposites, unite forces
in order to find the treasure Ippolit’s mother-in-law hid in one of the twelve chairs.
To find the chairs, the two go on a journey to Moscow, the Caucasus and many
other places in the Soviet Union. On their way, they are forced to find ways of
making money to continue their trip and often trick the civilians, which is
hilarious. However, Father Theodor, who was also told about the treasure, often
stands in their way.
According
to many internet reviews, the book is often found depressing, as it can be
linked to the problems the Soviet citizens had to deal with at the time and the
sometimes dreadful conditions the characters live in. Perhaps, I’m not mature
enough to understand the book in such a way because the description of the communal
apartments did not appear depressing to me.
Also, I
can’t quite comment on the language of the novel because I read it in Russian.
The important thing is to find the original version, due to the fact that the
book was largely edited in the Soviet era and some of its editions exclude some
witty anti-communist remarks and the characters’ background stories before the
revolution.
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