You know how sometimes you’ve liked a book so much that you don’t know what to say about it? That’s how I feel about Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. I don’t know how to start writing about it.
It was given to me by a good friend — a lover of books like myself, and a Haruki Murakami fan — and I started reading it a few minutes after having received it. This is my first Murakami book.
Norwegian Wood is in general a lonely story. It started out lonely, and ended without giving me the least bit of comfort. And even if there were moments in the middle when you’d feel a little hopeful, the story still is lonely on the whole. But I loved every part of it. Not all great books are happy books. I think this was perfect in every way.
Norwegian Wood is a kind of book that would make you want to stop and reflect many times — or at least that’s what happened to me: I thought it wasn’t something I should read without pausing. It made me think a lot about life. And I wanted to savor every page. Norwegian Wood taught me — or reminded me — that people are imperfect. But I wish people would stop being so selfish. I think Kizuki and Naoko were so selfish. But that’s not to say I didn’t like them. Norwegian Wood also gave me the sudden desire to walk around the city, with or without a destination; write long letters (as in with paper and pen); and meet up with friends I haven’t seen for some time. Norwegian Wood made me feel many things; it’s a sad book, but not the kind that made me cry, thank goodness. I didn’t need a box of tissues.
What I’ve written is still not everything I wanted to say, or not everything I’ve felt. But this book will stir your emotions. And it is, I personally believe, something everyone must read.
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami was published in 1987.