A mishmash of emotions
I am writing this not as a book review but with the intention to preserve the emotions that Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood has made me feel. I am an emotional person with strong affinity towards sadness to begin with and Norwegian Wood was such a complementary work of literature. I could almost smell longing and feel the heartbeat of every character, except stoic Nagasawa who I believe does not possess a heart but rather two big brains.
I am trying as hard as I can not to turn this post into a repository of quotes that went straight to my heart. Interestingly, I am feeling the same mishmash of emotions I felt after reading F.Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby and I think I will be reading Norwegian Wood and the latter for a second time soon. At this point I am almost ready to give in to this urge to breakdown and wail, to mourn for a loss of something I cannot even explain, to cry until there are no more tears. Sadness, such a powerful addiction that no amount of happiness can seem to extinguish. It just hides deep inside you, ready to force you back inside its dark cave when it gets a chance.
I am not doing any justice to what I have just devoured. I understand why I only got to finish reading the book I started December 2011, and that is, because I am very fond of prolonging the agony by being a coward. It was such a painful book yet it cuts through one’s whole being swiftly and neatly, like a very very sharp Japanese sword. It leaves you speechless. It leaves you with no choice but to embrace the end.
The only logical thing to do is to read it a second time but not now, not yet. The soul can only take so much emotion at a time. As I am beginning to fear that I might fall into Naoko’s well, I plan to read Eat Pray Love next. What better remedy but a book that to me seems to bask in sunshine.
If you’re in pitch blackness, all
you can do is sit
tight until your eyes get used to the
Photo borrowed from tumblr.elle.com
A trying-too-hard-to-express-how-I-saw-Norwegian-Wood poster :p