I finally finished 'Hard-Boiled Wonderland and The End of the World'.
More towards the end, a security was handed to me that this book would not let me down so roughly and vaguely as the one by him I read previously; 'Norwegian Wood'. As this instilled in me some comfort and allowed me to forge my way through the jungles of text with out hesitation such as displayed with my reading of 'Norwegian Wood', it however left me weary.
Weary as to why... why not? Why the ending of such in 'Norwegian Wood' and not this one, what made this special... this story could do it, take it a different way, and all could be just left, withering off into nothing and solving nothing and leaving you there in a phone booth falling from the last word. Falling into depths unknown of unending confusion, a void you can't even fill an ending in for yourself... just void.
I however overcame this sadness and finished it. Satsfied was I with this, I'm sure I could find some lack of understanding, like will he come back, will they bring him into his other conciesness... But this sort of questioning isn't completly foriegn to an avid reader of any litature. Most books leave some sort of questioning.
I look forward now to the adventures I shall stumble upon in this next book; 'The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle', which has already proven to be promising as I have already a strong faith in Haruki's writing.
After this book, the time it takes me to devour, unsure. But, after this I do not know if I will venture back into the land of Chuck Palahlinuik in his tale 'Fight Club', which everyone know's from the movie. Or if I will find the sufficient funds to further my to read list, and buy another Haruki book, or venture off even further into the written 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas', as I have been wanting to do.
Wherever I end up, I'm sure I will be satisfied in my findings. I look forward to my future litature consumptions.
More towards the end, a security was handed to me that this book would not let me down so roughly and vaguely as the one by him I read previously; 'Norwegian Wood'. As this instilled in me some comfort and allowed me to forge my way through the jungles of text with out hesitation such as displayed with my reading of 'Norwegian Wood', it however left me weary.
Weary as to why... why not? Why the ending of such in 'Norwegian Wood' and not this one, what made this special... this story could do it, take it a different way, and all could be just left, withering off into nothing and solving nothing and leaving you there in a phone booth falling from the last word. Falling into depths unknown of unending confusion, a void you can't even fill an ending in for yourself... just void.
I however overcame this sadness and finished it. Satsfied was I with this, I'm sure I could find some lack of understanding, like will he come back, will they bring him into his other conciesness... But this sort of questioning isn't completly foriegn to an avid reader of any litature. Most books leave some sort of questioning.
I look forward now to the adventures I shall stumble upon in this next book; 'The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle', which has already proven to be promising as I have already a strong faith in Haruki's writing.
After this book, the time it takes me to devour, unsure. But, after this I do not know if I will venture back into the land of Chuck Palahlinuik in his tale 'Fight Club', which everyone know's from the movie. Or if I will find the sufficient funds to further my to read list, and buy another Haruki book, or venture off even further into the written 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas', as I have been wanting to do.
Wherever I end up, I'm sure I will be satisfied in my findings. I look forward to my future litature consumptions.