Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Norwegian Wood

"I can never say what I want to say," continued Naoko. "It's been like this for a while now. I try to say something, but all I get are the wrong words - the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing the other half around this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this me can't catch her." She raised her face and looked into my eyes. "Does this make any sense to you?"

Oh yes, dear Naoko, this makes so much sense to me.

This passage from page 25 of Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood is something I can totally relate to. I keep to myself most of the time because that's what I do best. I don't talk much if I don't have anything important to say or can't find the words to express myself. Naoko got it right: I play tag with myself.

I find myself reading a book that has a sort of quiet quality to it, moving, emotionally engaging. Murakami always have this effect on me. I've only just finished page 60 and I felt a connection with Naoko, Toru, and Kizuki.