“I’m a concept, get it? Con-cept!”

I finished reading Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. As usual with Murakami's novels, ending the book felt a bit like waking from a dream (and with this particular book, that idea becomes even more interesting). What seemed perfectly believable in the book is revealed as being strange and rather incomprehensible when the book is closed.

Although, I'll admit, as much as I did love it, I felt a small bit of let down at the end--in someways I felt that Murakami had spun up all these balls into the air and then wasn't quite sure what to do with them, especially in the Kafka part of the narrative (the chapters are split between first person narration of the 15-year-old Kafka and the story of the elderly Nakata (who can talk to cats)). But, mainly, I enjoyed visiting Murakami's slightly altered reality and the afterimages I'm left with.

Next I really am finally going to read Amalgamation Polka, which darklyscarlett was kind enough to give me.