Friday September 8, 2006
Surreal stories
Review by TED MAHSUN
Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
Author: Haruki Murakami
Publisher: Harvill Secker, 400 pages
JAPANESE literary renegade Haruki Murakami is well-known as a novelist but not so much for his short stories. He is, in fact, quite prolific when it comes to short stories, and has been writing them since 1980 after he finished his first two novels, Hear the Wind Sing and Pinball.
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Some of these stories have previously been compiled into a collection called The Elephant Vanishes. That collection did not necessarily represent the best of what he had to offer at the time, and I found it varying in quality and mostly forgettable.
Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, translated by Phillip Gabriel and Jay Rubin, gathers the rest of his short stories written from 1980 to 2005.
As with the first collection, the stories vary in quality. Unlike the first collection though, which left me unsatisfied with the quality and number of stories included, this book not only includes more than twice the stories in Elephant Vanishes but they also range from really good to profound.
Many of the stories are just so good – such as “A Folklore for My Generation”, “Tony Takitani” and “The Kidney-Shaped Stone That Moves Every Day” – I kept finding myself in the predicament of deciding whether to continue reading the other stories first, or to re-read the story I’d just finished reading.
The stories Murakami writes can be considered urban fantasy, phantasmagorical accounts of odd happenings in seemingly normal and usually dull activities.
When the narrator in “A ‘Poor Aunt’ Story” discovers that he has a “poor aunt” on his back, all he thinks of it was that: “?it was not an unpleasant situation. She wasn’t especially heavy. She didn’t puff bad breath across my shoulder. She was just stuck there, on my back, like a bleached shadow.” It’s a typical example of the bland reaction and near-indifference to the absurd happenings that befall the characters that inhabit Murakami’s surreal world.
The stories written later in Murakami’s writing career show a noticeable improvement over the earlier stories, when his writing style was still a little clunky, such as when he writes about what death is in “New York Mining Disaster”: “A rabbit is a rabbit whether it springs out of a hat or a wheat field. A hot oven is a hot oven, and the black smoke rising from a chimney is just that – black smoke rising from a chimney.”
His earlier stories are overall quite good though, and it’s only wonderful that Murakami’s style has improved with age.
His short stories are a nod to Raymond Carver’s work, but Haruki Murakami adds a lot of his own ingredients to make his style quite unique.
With his latest short story collection, Haruki Murakami maintains his reputation as master of the surreal, as well as that of the unreal.
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