Book Review: Kafka On the Shore


As two parallel worlds collide, so do the lives of a 15 year old boy and a senile old man. What happens after that is a tale of love, loss, rebellion, magic and hope against all odds.

“Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.”

Murakami creates a world of thoughts where the mind perceives the unreal as real and vice-versa. As the characters realise, so do the readers that the boundaries of realism are really that very fine. Where the only thing real is what we imagine it to be. For love and for hope no boundary is a boundary, nothing separates magic from realism.

As sardines and leeches rain down from sky, as a young man falls hopelessly in love with an older woman, as cats chat with humans, as an old man seeks out his purpose, as Johnny Walker drinks feline blood, as a person grapples with his sexuality, as Colonel Sanders pimps for prostitution in a Japanese street, as Beethoven brings out the subtelties of emotion in a rough young man; the readers become immersed in an experience.

Yes! , reading this book is not just that. It’s an experience. A time you just surrender yourself to the story and stop reasoning.

“Silence I discover, is something you can actually hear.”

Like the young Kafka, we the readers sit on a shore and gaze at the expanse in front; as the sea blends in the sky, so do our worlds of realism and make believe.Love it or hate it, for this and more Kafka On the Shore would remain an unique one.

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