Saturday 2 January 2021

On my bedside table

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This blog seems to be a running update on what I have been reading of late.  Nevermind, I like to read and really these posts are for my own amusement as much as anything else.  And as I have a terrible memory it can serve as a reminder to me in my enfeebled years as to what I got up to in this period of my life.

So after reading the autobiography of Miles Davis and all that raw reality, I felt like I needed to read some fiction  to restore my sanity a little.  The Miles book was gripping, but also exhausting as the reader delves into the terribleness of his nature.  As I may have said previously, as a jazz musician he made a terrible human being.

So with the need for a psychic reset and without much thought I grabbed the latest Murakami epic (704 pages).  I've read a few of his books, but I wouldn't call myself a fan necessarily; however, he writes in a particular style which I enjoy and makes for a quick read.  So even though this novel was on the hefty side I whipped through it very quickly.

It's an entertaining read for sure, but I'm not sure if it's totally successful.  I'm no literary critic, I failed English lit at school (along with everything else) so it's on the record that my opinion is not to be trusted in these matters.  I had a quick look at the review quotes on his website and all the usual superlatives were there from the newspapers (the Houston Chronicle anyone!?) so maybe it's a good novel.  I shouldn't be too negative as I did actually enjoy the book and it provided the soothing remedy I was looking for following the raw journey through the soul of Miles Davis.

A quick synopsis: a portrait painter moves to a remote mountainous house of a now ailing Japanese master artist to recover from his marriage breakdown.  The master is now ensconced in a care facility to see out his final days.  Our protagonist teaches a little art to adults and children at a local school, has a couple of girlfriends who drop by, but otherwise keeps to himself.  He has given up portrait painting and intends to focus on painting in his preferred style; however, his agent contacts him one day about a proposed commission at a price way above his usual rate.  Short of money he accepts the commission and a strange and wealthy man who happens to live across the valley enters the story, as does a mysterious 13 year old girl.

If you've read Murakami before you won't be surprised the novel enters the supernatural regularly.  Characters from a painting materialise and speak to our artist and there is a journey into the underworld, which if I am to be honest I don't fully understand the point of.  It does correlate with some events in the material world, but I found this section a little weak.

Would I recommend this book?  Well yes, if you are familiar with Murakami and his tales I think you will enjoy this book.  I like him as we don't often hear Japanese voices in English language novels and having visited Japan a couple of times, it's a place I find very interesting and attractive.

My new book is one I have had set aside for a couple of years waiting for the right moment.  That moment has arrived and as of today I am 500 pages into this 1100 page tome.  What can it be you ask? 

Until next time, peace and love.