Midnight thoughts (sometimes I’m a mess)
I gotta tell you though, when it comes to the people I have really loved, I have never loved them more than when they’re crying on the bathroom floor at 2 AM.
Ditto. The moment I was most proud of my ability to love came from one of those breakdowns.
Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
Wall of text on this novel:
Murakami’s best work lies in his more complex and challenging novels, but this effort puts his other, more human traits front and centre. This is a compassionate novel about nostalgia, loneliness, and memory, about how imagined realities move from the mind to the world. How can human beings achieve peace within themselves and between each other when the space between people is so fraught and unstable? Murakami’s Tsukuru Tazaki, like Toru before him in the excellent Norwegian Wood, embraces solitude but finds himself grasping for human connection, that essential need to which Murakami repeatedly returns. This novel is comforting in ways that it needs to be, and a reader’s enjoyment will probably depend on how much they connect with Tsukuru Tazaki — his life, his trauma, and his inner struggle to find meaning.