I penned the following review two and a half years ago. Now that I've delved into A Wild Sheep Chase once more, I'm of the opinion that there's little need for alteration. Or perhaps there's an urgent need to do so; I'm not entirely certain. In any event, I'd rather cue up Benny Goodman's Airmail Special and inhale deeply the spring evening air.
On the rear cover of this special 3D edition of "The Wild Sheep Chase," there's a quote from The Washington Post that reads: "Lean forward and topple headlong into magic." Well, that couldn't be more fitting!
You know that feeling when you read something that, as a story, isn't overly remarkable, yet deep within you, it amazes? It's as if two aspects of you are simultaneously perusing the narrative. The pragmatic part interprets what you read in a matter-of-fact manner, while the emotional part does so in a more internal and abstract way that you can't quite put your finger on. For example (and this is just a minor spoiler, so don't fret), the scene where the girlfriend departs from the house on the mountain made me feel inexplicably melancholy. Although Murakami doesn't seem to刻意 try to evoke sadness at that specific moment, I experienced genuine and unadulterated sadness. It was like a reflexive response. I truly hope what I'm attempting to convey thus far is getting through.
This is the third installment of The Rat series and Murakami's third novel overall. Like any of his works, this one can be approached from two perspectives: as a modern fairytale about a man's pursuit to locate a special sheep, or as an allegory of a modern individual's search for the meaning of life. Opting for the former (although it's not entirely a matter of choice), one misses out on a great deal and likely ends up confused and frustrated.
Many of Murakami's stereotypical allegorical themes are present. Unnamed characters, for instance, which, in my view, is a means of depicting the also unnamed protagonist's detachment from everyone. Indeed, our hero, like most of Murakami's heroes, shows a propensity to shy away from emotional connections. Not even his cat has a name until a secondary character bestows one upon it. Moreover, there is a constant uncertainty throughout the book regarding what is real and what isn't, as realistic facts blend with... less than realistic facts. There's even a point near the end where the main protagonist is unsure of who he truly is and why. These elements really resonate and are the main reason Murakami earns so much praise from me.
Attempting to rationalize everything you read in this book will prove futile, so don't waste your time. Instead, you should let your inner eye devour this astonishing story about sheep. Trust me, you never know what you might uncover within the pages of "The Wild Sheep Chase."
Reading Murakami is truly a unique experience, much like delving into someone else's dream. When one attempts to review his works, it feels akin to trying to recall one's own dreams - filled with scattered events, confusing narrative lapses, inexplicable elements, and even the occasional strange image like a petrified whale penis. It's a series of disjointed images that flash before your eyes. For example, there are pictures of various objects and scenes, such as a seven-stars-limited-edit-m, a 135-Sapporo-draft, a rat, and a tabby cat. These images seem to have no clear connection at first glance, but as you immerse yourself in Murakami's world, you start to sense an underlying rhythm or theme. And then, just like when you wake up from a dream, you are left wondering what that entire experience was all about. You try to make sense of the chaos, to find the hidden meanings and emotions that Murakami has so skillfully woven into his stories. It's a journey that is both perplexing and captivating, leaving you with a sense of wonder and a desire to explore more of his literary universe.
I realize that what I love about Murakami is not the plot he constructs, but those small "pieces" of dialogue, those passages that describe loneliness, scenery, people, towns, and the old past, which are always lingering and enchanting. It's like reading and then being lost for a while because of those "pieces", those sentences and words. It's strange and weird, intertwined, making the reader perceive half real and half illusory.
"Wild Sheep Chase" is a strange hunting journey, and it's also a kind of character. I once again go to find the entity and some strange meaning that lingers in their dull lives. Generally speaking, when reading Murakami, there is no need to read quickly. Only by reading slowly, step by step, can one fully appreciate the good.
I think among the writers I have ever read, no one is as good at describing loneliness and confusion as Murakami. In fact, it can also be seen somewhere in the writing of Annie Proulx. Well, let's end with this quote:
"That day, I was twenty-one and about to turn twenty-two. I didn't have the good fortune to graduate early, nor did I have any reason to drop out of school. I was stuck in a strange and desperate situation. Every month I struggled, unable to find a new direction for myself. Everything was in motion, but I still stood still. In autumn, everything was dyed with a desolate color, and in an instant, the colors faded and turned gray in front of my eyes. The sunlight, the fragrance of the grass, the tiniest sounds of the raindrops, everything made me unable to calm down."
:) The translator of this book always translates well and accurately!