I have yet to read 1Q84, and went in blind regarding Haruki Murakami’s writing style when I picked up Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, but I will admit that it was one of the best books into which I indulged in 2014.
The pilgrimage of Tsukuru can be related to by anyone growing up and moving on; we all wonder why events transpired a certain way or how our lives could be different had those events not passed. I wish I could describe the profound impact of this novel, but I believe Patti Smith of the New York Times pinpointed Murakami’s unique style and storytelling: “The writer sits at his desk and makes us a story. A story not knowing where it is going, not knowing itself to be magic. Closure is an illusion, the winking of the eye of a storm. Nothing is completely resolved in life, nothing is perfect. The important thing is to keep living because only by living can you see what happens next.”
When I see a good quote online or on an ad or whatever, I make a mental note (or open my Goodreads app immediately) to read the book from which it was taken. Well, here’s my attempt at convincing you to read this book–and, chances are, you might fall for it once you see the quotes I’ve cherry picked out:
- “One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone,” Tsukuru comes to understand. “They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss.”
- “As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.”
- “Still, being able to feel pain was good, he thought. It’s when you can’t even feel pain anymore that you’re in real trouble.”
- “Never let fear and stupid pride make you lose someone who’s precious to you.”
- “Jealousy—at least as far as he understood it from his dream—was the most hopeless prison in the world. Jealousy was not a place he was forced into by someone else, but a jail in which the inmate entered voluntarily, locked the door, and threw away the key. And not another soul in the world knew he was locked inside. Of course if he wanted to escape he could do so. The prison, was after all, his own heart. But he couldn’t make that decision. His heart was as hard as a stone wall. This was the very essence of jealousy.”
- “Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.”
- “We truly believed in something back then, and we knew we were the kind of people capable of believing in something – with all our hearts. And that kind of hope will never simply vanish.”
I’m resolving to post more regularly this year, so cheers to new goals & new blog posts!