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騎士団長殺し #1 2 ➧ 騎士団長殺し #1 2 Ebook ➭ Author Haruki Murakami – Natus-physiotherapy.co.uk The epic new novel from the internationally acclaimed and best selling author of 184In Killing Commendatore a thirty something portrait painter in Tokyo is abandoned by his wife and finds himself hole The epic new novel from the internationally acclaimed and best selling author of In Killing Commendatore a thirty something portrait painter in Tokyo is abandoned by his wife and finds himself holed up in the mountain home of a famous artist Tomohiko Amada When he discovers a previously unseen painting in the attic he unintentionally opens a circle of mysterious circumstances To close it he must complete a journey that involves a mysterious ringing bell a two foot high physical manifestation of an Idea a dapper businessman who lives across the valley a precocious thirteen year old 騎士団長殺し #1 eBook ¼ girl a Nazi assassination attempt during World War II in Vienna a pit in the woods behind the artist’s home and an underworld haunted by Double Metaphors A tour de force of love and loneliness war and art—as well as a loving homage to The Great Gatsby— Killing Commendatore is a stunning work of imagination from one of our greatest writers.

  • Hardcover
  • 704 pages
  • 騎士団長殺し #1 2
  • Haruki Murakami
  • English
  • 27 December 2014
  • 9780525520047

About the Author: Haruki Murakami

村上 春樹 is a popular contemporary Japanese writer and translator His work has been described as 'easily accessible yet profoundly complex' He can be located on Facebook at.



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  1. Sean Barrs Sean Barrs says:

    I am so unbelievably disappointed with this book What should I talk about first the bland characters the flat plot or the convoluted prose? Either way it stank of mediocrity This doesn’t feel like a Murakami novel It doesn’t sound like a Murakami novel and it doesn’t act like one I went back and read certain passages from After Dark and breathed in once again the beautifully rhythmic nature of the prose It just flows from one sentence to the next from word to word forming a story that constantly progressed forward This did not move The prose was circular and constantly repeated mundane details about the plot that I already knew I found myself wanting to skip sections that sounded like paragraphs I’d read before And that’s bad real bad storytelling It lacks the precision that makes Murakami’s writing so compelling; it lacks the usual edginess and the spark that keeps the words alive Murakami novels rely on the uncanny on coincidence and strange encounters that seem normal but have an undercurrent of anxiety and oddness Some of that was here in a watered down and convoluted form The problem is the novel is simply too big for the small amount of story it contained It has the essence of his tropes a shadow of them but the prose is too weak to carry them forward The protagonist is an artist who has just separated from his wife He moves to a mountain retreat and fails to paint anything until he finds inspiration in the face of his rich neighbour He listens to some classical music digs up a bell and fixates over his dead sister’s breasts He sleeps with some women in his art class and displays the usual middle age egotistical personality that I’ve already seen before in Murakami’s fiction Give me something new Give me a character that stands out from your others and surprises me with his personality and decisions I fear the author’s characters have become a little genericMurakami has found a niche with his writing and he dominates it; he is not like any other author I have read and his novels are distinctively his But in recent years I feel he has started to play it safe His short story collection from last year Men Without Women was very much the same kind of thing a brief echo of what he can do but nothing So this is a very poor book from a great writer and as ever it is demonstrative of how less is sometimes much And I’m uite sad to write these words If I’m critical of Murakami it’s because I know exactly how well he can write I’ve seen it I’ve felt it Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage moved me to tears whereas this moved me to boredom I hope his next book has a little energyYou can connect with me on social media via My Linktree

  2. Jeffrey Keeten Jeffrey Keeten says:

    ”Our lives really do seem strange and mysterious when you look back on them Filled with unbelievably bizarre coincidences and unpredictable zigzagging developments While they are unfolding it’s hard to see anything weird about them no matter how closely you pay attention to your surroundings In the midst of the everyday these things may strike you as simply ordinary things a matter of course They might not be logical but time has to pass before you can see if something is logical” Our Narrator for this tale unnamed is a gifted portrait painter He can capture the true inner nature of a subject and is astute enough to understand that people want to see what is best about them revealed For most of us who we are goes well beyond what we look like on the surface and this artist is an expert at capturing those hidden layers in our surface reality This life is soon to be a part of his past We meet the Narrator at the point that his wife Yuzu has just informed him that she wants a divorce She doesn’t want to talk about it She doesn’t want to explain herself She just wants him to accept what she wants After six years of marriage I think anyone who wants to dissolve the union probably owes the other person an explanation “It’s not you; it’s me” kind of thing at the very least Our Narrator is puzzled but accepts the situation packs up his artist’s materials and goes on a walkabout or to be precise a driveabout This is a theme in many Haruki Murakami books the grand uest The people he meets and the situations he encounters in this brief journey do have a lasting impact on his life on his art and the future plot of this novel He ends up in a mountain retreat staying in the house of the respected artist Tomohiko Amada He is alone up there but finds that he is perfectly suited to a life without people He can focus on his art and feels inspired to be working in the studio of such a celebrated artist He is done with portrait work and wants to finally explore art without restrictions He has created a perfect storm of creativity and he feels reinvigorated about painting The uestion is how long can the world be held at bay? The house is like many houses of old people filled with things from a certain era Records instead of CDs for example Murakami mentions the pure pleasure there is in turning a record over to listening to songs in order because records used to be carefully arranged to lead a listener in a direction to achieve greater understanding as the songs built beautifully upon one another Now people buy the single they hear on the radio and never listen to the rest of the album It is a real bastardization of the craft of music It is consuming without finding the soul behind the music Murakami also takes the opportunity to talk about books as well ”All the books on Mr Amada’s bookshelf were old among them a few unusual novels that would be hard to get hold of these days Works that in the past had been pretty popular but had been forgotten read by no one I enjoyed reading this kind of out of date novel Doing so let me share with this old man I’d never met the feeling of being left behind by time”Readers who have followed my reviews for a long time I do appreciate your loyalty and your input into what I read will know without me saying this the almost pathological curiosity I have about reading what we can term “lost books” Books that may have even had a large audience at one time but now are not read at all or even enticing those books that never did find an audience but are actually minor masterpieces When I dive into these books I feel like I’m an archaeologist discovering buried treasure that deserves to see the light of day again How about those fat WW2 books from the 1950s? Many of them have merit and should continue to find new audiences How about a book like Mortal Leap by MacDonald Harris? This book has been out of print for decades but it is a seriously entertaining and deep novel that has beenlost So for me having an opportunity to explore a personal library that is suspended in time filled with books from the 1930s 1950s or even 1980s would be as conducive to raising my pulse rate as having Salma Hayek nibble on my neck The other part of this uote that really resonates with me is “being left behind by time” Several of the characters in this novel even the young girl Mariye Akikawa who becomes so intricate to the plot struggle with accepting the importance of gadgets like cell phones The pressure for each and every person on the planet to own and pay those alarming high fees for service is frankly too overwhelming To not own a cell phone these days is almost like not being a human being at all I will admit I’ve always been fascinating by new breakthroughs in technology I owned a computer when they were really too expensive to own personally I watched with fascination as the internet came into being chunkchunkchunk a few loaded pixels at a time I’ve always loved science even when I haven’t fully understood it However now technology seems to be intent on not freeing me but confining me It owns me rather than being a tool for my own edification I hear and people say to me why do they have to know anything if they can just google it? There are so many things wrong with that statement that I could write a whole dissertation on what the true meaning of that statement means to the future but I’m going to keep to one part of it How will people know what to google if they don’t have enough reference points already in their mind to start with? I’m starting to believe that I am a man on the verge of being left behind and it doesn’t scare me one bit I may move in with the artist in his time stamped house and while he paints I’ll read and write We will have tea at three with crumpets The plot becomes and convoluted as the world does start to encroach upon the artist When I say world I may not mean this world A ringing bell in the middle of the night from underground sets off a series of events that revolve around a painting called Killing Commendatore by Amada that is carefully wrapped up and stored in the attic The subject of the painting is a scene from the opera Don Giovanni The last time I was in Prague they were showing Don Giovanni in the theater it debuted in for the first time since the original showing Needless to say I scored tickets and the experience was as magical as I could hope for When you read and travel it is amazing the cool associations a person can develop that adds enjoyment to future reading and traveling experiences His wealthy neighbor Wataru Menshiki offers him an outrageous amount of money to paint his portrait He seems intent on becoming good friends as well Unfortunately through trial and error I have discovered that people expressing that much interest in me usually means they want something from me I’d like to think that I’m infinitely fascinating and that is enough reason for people to want to spend time with me but I’ve been disabused of that idea The artist is of the same mind as me and looks with suspicion upon this offer of friendship What is Menshiki’s true motivation? There are many philosophical concerns psychological growth supernatural occurrences including astral projection sex and some wonderful descriptions of the artistic process all within the confines of this novel Most readers should find parts or maybe even all of these elements as aspects that they can identify with This book reminds me somewhat of Murakami’s masterpiece Kafka on the Shore but it lacks that something something that would have had me genuflecting to the deftness and creativity of his genius Normally I rate books against other books in their genre but with Murakami like say Charles Dickens I can only rate him against his own body of work A contemplative book that tries to slow the world down and remind us that fast is not always better and new is not always an improvement If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews visithttpwwwjeffreykeetencomI also have a Facebook blogger page at

  3. Spencer Orey Spencer Orey says:

    I feel pretty conflicted about this one On the one hand I enjoyed reading it until the final 100 pages or so turned into a slog On the other it's repetitive and minimalistic in a way that felt generationally out of touch The unnamed main character is in one of these classic Murakami in between periods in his life where everything has fallen apart but he's somehow fairly financially comfortable and has time to re evaluate things He gets involved with a uestionably shady guy and they start investigating some slowly unfolding mysteriesThat should be great but the edgy parts simply don't work In particular the main character has a lot of deeply uncomfortable conversations with a teenage girl about her breasts conversations which continue on and off for about 400 pages She's such a poorly imagined character that it seems like it's all she thinks about That's never been ok in these books and it's not ok nowI do appreciate the writing puzzle here Murakami took five or six moving pieces and recombined them over in over drawing out subtle progress It was a mixed result Some of the pieces are fantastic images a mysterious hole in the ground possibly connected to ancient monks who chose to be buried alive in search of enlightenment Similarly sometimes the combinations and slow developments were compelling and the muted writing style came through strongly there All that made a good point that good writing isn't necessarily about adding and but can instead be about how the pieces fit But at other times the moving pieces just kind of fizzle There are the usual consumerism turned weird elements of mystery that Murakami is known for but unlike in The Wind up Bird Chronicle or Kafka on the Shore this time they don't add up to anything at all That's a theme in general the ending is in particular a real dud so much so that it erases most of the inner progress that the narrator madeBut like I said despite everything I really I looked forward to reading this book every night So I dunnoOne thing I did appreciate was the lighter tone than the past few Murakami novels The opening chapter makes it clear that everything will end up kind of ok in the end and as a result everything suspenseful is instead kind of chill? I could see that being awful actually for some readers since it kills all of the tension But I liked being along for a ride that you know will turn out fine It's this odd period in the guy's life and he wants to tell you about it It's just too bad that the journey isn't a little interesting?On the other hand there was one especially clueless moment about coffee that stuck with me The main character in typical Murakami fashion is eating nonstop spaghetti and drinking nonstop coffee too real But at one point he goes off about how pretentious it is that people drink fair trade coffee in paper cups from Starbucks There must be a cultural thing I'm missing but uh hi I live in Denmark where people obsess over specialty coffee which is the actual fancy pretentious stuff Fair trade is a mostly empty ualifier about how the coffee beans were bought not anything to do with the coffee itself Maybe 15 years ago you could argue that Starbucks was pretentious but that's just not how things are these daysThe painting elements were compelling so that's something There's almost a deep point about the life of ideas and how they travel to people and places moving outside of time I was into that And there's some mostly humanizing treatment of trauma from World War 2 that felt importantAll in all this book needed a serious edit It's at least 200 pages too long mostly because it's repetitive But I guess I still recommend it? There's still a lot there for a Murakami fan But if you haven't read Kafka on the Shore go read that instead

  4. Shirley Revill Shirley Revill says:

    Thoughts while readingYour wife she leftI did tooI came back to finish youPaintings on wallsMen two foot highMy brains been pulpedI give a cryI've not been drinkingThat wouldn't doBut I might before I finish youShirleyReview to follow when I finish the storyUpdateIf I never achieve anything else in my life I achieved finishing this book In fact I got to the end of the audiobook some days ago and have since been wondering what to say I have looked at many five star reviews regarding this story but unfortunately it was not for me It's far too long and needs to lose at least 200 pages maybe The storyline was veryvery slow and I still don't fully understand what I have been listening tooOn a plus note many people have given this book five stars and I am definitely in the minorityIt was extremely well written even though it was rather slow The narrator had a wonderful voice that kept me listening So apologies to all the fans of this book for not enjoying this book as much as everyone else It would be a very sad world if we where all the same Awarding three stars and I sincerely wish it could have been

  5. Adam Dalva Adam Dalva says:

    More on this when it comes out I found it to be a return to form mingling the realism of Norwegian Wood with the surrealistic approach of Wind Up Bird Fast read for such a long book and the writing about painting is fascinating The biggest flaw is in the depiction of a 13 year old girl whose constant fixation on her chest is a distracting running joke that doesn't do anything for the plot

  6. Seemita Seemita says:

    If I close my eyes tight what shall I see? If I shut out all the noises I can sense what shall I hear? If I shun the world completely what shall I feel? A dark nothingness? Or a blinding muddle of overlapping images? Heartbeats of silence may be? Or forewarnings of myriad nature? Forgotten memories perhaps? Or Unforeseen happenstances?The options are many but the answers scarce And a protagonist embroiled in a similar dilemma propels this part real part supernatural tale of phantasmagorical dimensions Murakami’s 36 years old hero bears all the usual hallmarks of his creator’s heroes – a loser in love an average worker a music aficionado an explorer of the unconventional a commoner a misfit an outcast Adding to this rather familiar image is the angle of art; our hero is a portrait painter and is at a stage of life where he is striving to graduate to a experimental and freer form of it even though his current credentials are praiseworthy But left to his own devices in an isolated mountain house in remote Japan when he accidentally uncovers a hidden painting in the attic painted by his landlord the great artist Tomohiko Amada he unknowingly sets in motion a chain of events which he must counter first hand and bring to a logical conclusion The painting of course is the eponymous ‘Killing Commendatore’ In his signature style Murakami’s flight from the real to the surreal and back and forth and back left me enthralled From the bell whose eerie jingling punctured the night stillness for exactly 45 minutes to the crystallization of an idea into a walking talking person from the precocious girl who would match the hero toe to toe in comprehending the hidden layers of a vocal painting to the cryptic idiosyncrasies of his impeccably dressed but asocial neighbour from the disappearance of things from the real world to their timely apparitions in the surreal world the story turned into an exhilarating ride where beliefs were as uickly suspended as their twins were embraced But even as he held me captive in this roller coaster wheel of happenstances he consciously waved cards on family friendship art success loneliness values and life begging me to pay attention to their subtle but all encompassing impact Reading Murakami is never a straight forward process and as a fan I roll in glee at the opportunity of getting enmeshed in his web However since his books at the core level are mostly about human frailties and the attempts to comprehend them they leave me in a fertile place where the guiding light reveals as much as it hides And these open ends make for a fascinating tête à tête with self ‘Killing Commendatore’ didn’t disappoint at all in this regard And if the resemblance to a certain Scott Fitzgerald novel planted some seeds of anticipation in me early on they were dismissed before long And while it came tantalizingly close to The Wind up Bird Chronicle in its approach and length the master turned his latest trick into a clear winner by infusing the very best of his diverse characters The delicious bites on the process of creating art the psychological undercurrents of a modern day teen the pernicious scars of war and their refusal to fade they all added to the hypnotic relevance of this tome and which I am glad I read Because every creation is a repayment to the loan of time and when made the right way strengthens our worthiness in the world we live in and shall eventually leave behind

  7. Meike Meike says:

    In Germany Murakami's latest tome was published in two parts the first one entitled Killing Commendatore 1 An Idea Appears and you know why? Because one of the characters in this book is an idea Yes An idea Welcome to the world of Murakami Our main protagonist is a 36 year old painter He who remains unnamed has just been left by his wife and retreats into a solitary house in the Japanese mountains to rethink his life While trying to figure out what to do next he is confronted with the destinies of two other men who at the crossroads of their lives have made decisions that went on to haunt them For once there is the world famous painter Amada who used to live in the lonely house and who hid the mysterious painting Killing Commendatore in the attic Then there's the protagonist's mysterious neighbour from the other side of the valley who seems to be impossible to paint What secrets do these men and their paintings hide and reveal?While the story starts out in a realistic manner it turns and surreal and there are scenes that read like hallucinations in fact the protagonists wonder whether all of this is actually happening I really enjoyed how Murakami connects all the threads and by that the lives of the three men While the famous painter is not there in person only through his house and what it contains he suffers from dementia and lives in a retirement home the narrator and the neighbour develop a peculiar friendship Through art and life and layers of all three men are laid bare and they reflect each other but these mirror images are created with funhouse mirrors which keeps the reader guessing about the differences and similarities between their experiences When Marie who might be Menshiki's daughter suddenly vanishes the narrator sets out to find her with the help of dying Amada and the idea On this mission Amada's painting Killing Commendatore proves to be the key not only to the old painter's hidden past in Vienna 1938 but also to finding the young girl and to deepening the narrator's understanding of the nature of art And art itself plays a major role in the book Abstract vs concrete painting Western vs Japanese styles the uestion whether art can capture the essense of a person the role of the artist in society etc I love that it is like a benign version of The Map and the Territory feat The Picture of Dorian Gray Especially in the second half it becomes clear that Murakami intended his book to be a meditation on art we shape our reality by how we connect the dots and we can create reality by believing in our ideas Murakami makes this point with his typical brand of magical realism and he always leaves room for interpretation regarding what is really going on the reader has the space to follow his own ideas inside the text Just like the painting Killing Commendatore holds a different meaning depending on who is looking at it the idea as a character in the book also takes on different forms and in this volume gets help from a metaphor yes also as a character in the bookKilling Commendatore is clearly one of those books that deserve several readings because there is so much open space that the reader can contemplate that's one of the ualities I love about Murakami he just doesn't explain himself in his texts and trusts his readers to go along with him You need to find your own meaning and trust your own ideas because the Commendatore does really exist You should believe that

  8. Trudie Trudie says:

    15 One couldn't escape death but it should come later she wanted to know what it felt like to have full breasts and a woman's nipples at least once before she died It would really suck if hornets killed her before she had that chance Indeed It is probably worthwhile to say at the outset that I am not a Murakami superfan I have read three of his books now and I nearly always leave with a vague sense of disappointment and unease Killing Commendatore is not a good choice for a person with this attitude because I think even superfans will agree this is not his best work Nevertheless my commitment to book club is such I dutifully plowed through this brick collecting up grievances These can be summarised as i Length ii Repetition iii Breasts i Length It is too long man far too long It is a short story idea with an ego problemHari Kunzru sums it up well in his NYT review the narrator’s dreaminess mainly feels unfocused and a story that might have been engaging at 300 or 400 pages is drawn out to almost 700 This is a novel in which no character can go to meet a friend at a restaurant without a description of the route and the traffic conditionsii Repetition Do you remember that pit we found ? the dry stone one that is 9 meters by 3 ? the one with the bells a stone pit covered over with ancient stones ? Well it is pretty hard to forget because it is mentioned constantly and each time it is redescribed using the exact same language I am pretty sure the narrator wanders along to visit it about 18 times This frustrating need to replay events and repeatedly describe scenes that are already established is probably my single biggest grievance No book has needed an editor desperately iii Breasts The little excerpt that was uoted in the annual bad sex in fiction award was indeed eye wateringly bad but odd to me was this books weird obsession with breasts It was such a constantly repeated motif that it was difficult not to feel this was Murakami's own obsession every woman in this novel has their boobs sized and it almost the first thing you learn about them The final section of the novel which in theory should have been relatively tension filled was undercut by 13 year Mariye checking to see if her breasts had sprouted budded or otherwise developed Sigh There is some good facets to this book descriptions of the creative process of painting are particularly compelling The character of the Commendatore was delightful and I wish he could have been made of It can be uite meditative to read Murakami he captures the simple routines of everyday life well but it is a fine line between meditative and snooze fest NYT Review

  9. Kate Kate says:

    4755starsDISCLAIMER I was sent a free finished copy of this book by the wonderful people at knopf publishing but they did not ask for a review in any format I'm just obsessed with Murakami and this was my most anticipating book of the last like 3 years sooooooHERE IS MY VIDEO REVIEW Probably one of Murakami's best CRAFTED books the writing was absolutely wonderful and there were so many lines I want printed on a frame and hung in my home a well as the plot and how intricate and complex the interweaving narratives are was amazingExamples of beautiful uotes Look deep enough into any person and you will find something shining within My job was to uncover this and if the surface is fogged up polish it with a cloth to make it shine again Otherwise the darker side would naturally reveal itself in the portrait page 15 It's like I'd been born with a blind spot and was always missing something And what I missed was always the most important thing of all page 31 When you're locked up alone in a cramped dark place the most frightening thing isn't death The most terrifying thought is that I might have to live here forever in order to survive a person has to overcome that fear Which means conuering yourself page 271 Saturday was another fine clear day No wind to speak of and the fall colors in the valley sparkling in the sunlight Small white breasted birds hopped from one branch to the next deftly pecking the red berries I sat on the terrace soaking it all in Nature grants its beauty to us all drawing no line between rich and poor page 341 Gradually I began to feel a stranger to myself as well I placed my hands on the table and studied them for a while These were my hands no doubt but this morning for some reason they didn't look like my hands at all page 455 This is your coffin You cannot move forward You cannot move backward You will lie buried here forever Forsaken by humanity in this dark and narrow tomb soon it would cover me as I lay there in the impenetrable dark unable to move I would no longer be the person I was page 579 It sounded as if someone had grabbed hold of a corner of the world and was trying to peel back its skin page 587 In this real world of ours after all nothing remains the same forever page 669 This is my life sure but in the end almost all that happens in it may be decided arbitrarily uite apart from me In other words although I may presume I have free will in fact I may not be making any of the major decisions that affect me page 671 That being said I do think this book lost the classic Murakami dream like feel many of his similar novels have which isn't necessarily a BAD thing but probably why it wasn't a full 5 stars for me because I enjoy that not really know whats going on feeling I got from 184 and Wind Up Bird Chronicle I found this was probably the best wrapped up of his stories too though i had SOME uestions they aren't ripping me apart like 184 was at the end loll THAT being saidt his book was no less WEIRD than Murakami's previous novels This had a LOT of strange things happening right from the first page and had me uestioning Murakami's sanity at parts and wanting to crack open his skull and check around inside his brain to figure out where the hell he gets his ideas from This was UINTESSENTIAL Murakami there is a joke in the Murakami circle about the murakami bingo board and I think this book would satisfy nearly the entire board Murakami is becoming self aware I swear cause this had every Murakami trope I could imagine lol some examples but definitely not an extensive list made from said Bingo Boardmysterious womanunexpected phone call Running through the woodsPrecocious TeenagerCats owls???Secret passagewayCooking fuckin duh gotta get that spaghetti yoDried up well????Old Jazz Records REPLACED BY Old Opera RecordsUnusual NameSomething vanishingFaceless villainFeeling f being followedHistorical FlashbackWeird sexMoons The biggest thing that set this apart from other Murakami was the narrator while he remained nameless in typical murakami fashion he was different from many of his other narrators It was a breath of fresh air kind of how I felt when I first read about Hajime in South of the Boarder While this narrator remained mid thirties and divorced with a feeling of uselessness and nowhere to go like normal this time he was a PAINTER with nowhere to go WOAHH MURAKAMI CHANGING IT UP YO but no for real it actually made a difference This narrator felt like he had much passionate and therefore felt a bit real He also just simply seemed smarter than say Toru Okada and also a little self aware? He actually uestioned the strange things that were happening to him and acknowledged how weird they truly were Speaking of being a painter the painting parts of this book truly made this a uniue experience of reading it reminded me a bit of The Girl with the Pearl Earring which I read earlier this year which was also about painting While I'm not the biggest fan of reading about music and other arts like that weirdly I enjoy reading about painting and painters? I also think it made Murakami's writing really shine with his descriptions of the paintings and its where the dream like feelings were able to come out a bit in this book I really enjoyed the character of Menshiki I found him to be absolutely fascinating I DIDN'T particularly enjoy the character of Mariye I found her to be a carbon copy of May from WUBC or the female in Dance Dance Dance which I guess I'm just getting a bit bored of 13 year old girls talking about their boobs to 30 year old men they don't know idk yo Nameless Narrator's girlfriend was the true MVP character though lets get real she had the most brains and was weirdly SO helpful Some of the only uestions I had left were about her and her daughters One part I suppose I didn't understand in this book was a scene toward the end of the book view spoiler I didn't understand why Mariye recounting her time she was in Menshiki's house hiding had to be SO LONG it was literally 40 pages of this book and yes I understand we found out some very important stuff about Menshiki's character and life but also DID IT REALLY NEED TO BE THAT LONG? DID I MISS SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT??? hide spoiler

  10. Kenny Kenny says:

    “Everything has a bright side” he said “The top of even the blackest thickest cloud shines like silver” Haruki Murakami Killing CommendatoreThose of you who know me know that I love Haruki Murakami I discovered his writings last year and dove in at the urging of my friend Srđan Whether it was Murakami's novels novellas or short fiction I was a true Murakami fan I held and still hold that Murakami is a literary geniusWith this being said Murakami's Killing Commendatore left me frustrated confused and at times wondering which Murakami I was reading There is always something in Murakami that amazes me delights me surprises me Those AHHHH moments were few and far between in Killing Commendatore And yet there were things that I loved in Killing Commendatore too the opening seuence with the painter had me excited the ringing bell had me thinking Finally Here we go and there was Tomohiko Amada's back story which fascinated me but they tended to lead us down dead end paths many dead end pathsI've gone back and forth between 3 4 I settled on 3 in spite of the amazing accomplishment of writing this book But has Murakami gotten to a point where he no longer heeds the advice of editors or are these editors too in awe of Murakami to suggests edits I know I'm rambling again Killing Commendatore needed someone to go thru it with a big red pen Killing Commendatore is the story of an unnamed 36 year old portrait painter’s journey As his six year long marriage is dissolving the narrator finds himself perched atop a remote mountain in Odawara Japan He is staying in an isolated but fully furnished house minus television a CD player and wi fi loaned to him by a friend he knew in art school Masahiko Amada The house is owned by Masahiko’s father Tomohiko a famous Japanese artist now ninety two who is dealing with dementia and living in a nursing homeThe painter is a typical Murakami male he’s apathetic a socially awkward man whose interests tend to center upon music opera this time books cooking; all that’s missing this time are cats He has no attachment to the everyday world And as is often the case this causes the painter to take a journey down the rabbit hole into an alternate dimension of ghouls and goblinsIn this world we meet Yuzu the painter's soon to be ex wife the a fore mentioned Tomohiko Amada who has a very mysterious past and his son Masahiko Menshiki a secretive Gatsby like character who's not nearly as interesting as Gatsby Commendatore who I can tell you nothing of Marie Akigawa a poor substitute for Kafka perhaps the most poorly written of any of Murakami's women who at 13 is obsessed with her flat chest and whether she’ll ever have breasts and Shoko Akikawa her aunt who has huge breastsThe early press for Killing Commendatore described it as an homage to Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby It's a stretch There are similarities between The Painter Menshiki to Nick Gatsby but I still hold that Norwegian Wood is Murakami's homage to Fitzgerald's classic If anything Lewis Carroll seems to be the guiding force hereSaying about the plot would spoil figuring out how the characters are connected Among the problems here Killing Commendatore lacks the inspired touch of Murakami's earlier works At times I wondered if the elements of Killing Commendatore were discarded ideas from previous novels being pulled together to create a new story I refuse to say that Murakami has lost his magic I can't believe this I won't believe this But I will say that Murakami has relied on past ideas rather than come up something completely new and magical Also Killing Commendatore felt incomplete It is this incompleteness that this enthralling puzzling infuriating novel focuses on Everyone here is unfinished It feels like Killing Commendatore is a work in progress and the ending is tacked on I had this same feeling earlier this year while reading Murakami’s short story Cream It too had an amazing premise started out promisingly and then went nowhere Perhaps Killing Commendatore would have been better if the magical realism were downplayed and attention was paid to the writingLastly most bothersome to me was the path taken by the painter view spoilerAfter nine months of being in this world Murakami has created for him a world that saw his talents blossoming as a painter his understanding of the world expanding the new worlds he has entered he returns to his pregnant wife a wife he hadn’t slept with for nearly a year and still he still believes himself to be the father since he believes he impregnated her in psychically in an alternate dream world He is content to return to his former wife to paint the portraits he hated and railed against and to be a house husband That the painter showed no growth spiritually creatively or emotionally made me so angry What was the point of all this if he didn’t grow change and become a better man? hide spoiler

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