Being a lover of Japanese literature, and books in general, I've always wanted to give Haruki Murakami's books a try. I've heard nothing but praise for his works so I thought I should give all his works a read. This is a bit of a personal project I've bestowed upon myself: To read at least one Murakami book a month. And, I thought, what better way to start than from the two first novels he's ever written! Well, I have to say that we are not off to a good start.

 

Hear the Wind Sing is his very first novel and it shows. Nothing much happens in this book. It's about an unnamed narrator and his best friend, the Rat, and what they do during a summer the narrator has off from college. But really, all they do is spend it drinking at a bar, talking about women, and that's pretty much it. The narrator has a relationship with a woman who only has nine fingers and their dynamic was... bizarre. I didn't see how that woman found the narrator interesting or how she developed feelings for him. I say this because at the beginning of the book, she detested him. Then, almost over night, she starts to fancy him... what? Why? What did he do in order for her to toss her disdain for him out the window? It made no sense to me. On top of the unbelievable relationship, I was just bored reading it. Nothing really happens in the book. Just a bunch of guys drinking in a bar. I was waiting for something else to happen. Something more interesting. I thought it would happen with the relationship aspect of the book. But no. Nothing. The writing in this first book was also dull. There was no life to it. Basically, Murakami's first novel just wasn't for me.

 

The second novel, Pinball, 1973, was a bit better but not by much. This book takes place several years after the first. The unnamed narrator works for a translation business whilst his friend, the Rat, goes through his own problems with trying to find himself and understand what he wants to do with his life. I'll admit, I liked that aspect of the book quite a bit. At some point in our lives, we all start questioning what we want to do. Who we are. What shall become of us if we don't do something worthwhile. And being able to read and see that side of the Rat was pretty interesting. Also, the writing was a lot more lyrical. There were still plenty of dull patches here and there, but I can tell that Murakami was finding his style a lot more here. So his writing improved a bit! And the translator, Ted Goossen, did a fantastic job in portraying Murakami's meaning well! But that's where my praises end, sadly. The narrator was still so bland that I was still bored when reading about him and his obsession with pinball. Also, there were these twins that intrigued me. I wanted to learn more about them. Like where they came from and what was their purpose for moving in with the main character. But I got none of that. Their sole purpose was to make coffee and have sex with the narrator. That's it. In fact, that's all the women of this book did! The secretary at the translation office only cooked food and cleaned. That's it. The twins made food and had sex. That's it. I knew going in that Murakami tends to be a bit sexist in his novels, but it's so apparent in these two books! So even though I enjoyed this book more... it still wasn't enough to make me fall in love with Murakami as a writer.

 

Now, these are just his first two novels. You can tell they are early works and I know it's his later works that are highly praised so I'm not judging him too harshly. These two weren't for me but I shall continue reading his works to see if he's an author that I will enjoy. I still have hope so in February, I will be reading A Wild Sheep Chase and see how I get on with that one. Hopefully I enjoy it a lot more than his first two novels.

He's a biology major. in eleven months he killed thirty-six cats! Now I hate this book. lol!

It is such a short novel, written in Murakami's signature way which is rather simple but still evoke a lot of emotion. The plot is young man on summer break sit in a bar, drink beer and talk to girls, play music, talk of books, have sex or think about it, think about wells, remembers dead ex girlfriend, finally leaves to go back to Tokyo. It is Murakamis first novel yet feels oddly familiar.
I loved most the way he described the summer rains, how they smell and how they cooled down the hot asphalt, things like that. It made me long for summer.

if Murakami had only written one book, he would exist predominately in some computer reference file, an odd little short novella that had some stylistic advances and paved the way for post-modern Japanese lit., but would otherwise be known only to a few thousand people. instead, of course, Murakami became sliced bread.

Hear the Wind Sing, somewhat hard to find in US bookstores, is the preliminary work of H. Murakami, and in many ways, the antecedents of all his famous trademarks-- the hero who is easy with girls, tendency to riff onto possible mental conditions, jazz and spaghetti and elephants -- are all present, as is the abandonment of plot-centered, rising-action, climax, and resolution "hero's tale" that is the staple of literature of every country and historical period. HTWS may not rise to greatness, but for the true HM fan, indispensible to see what his debut looked like, and unlike other obscure J-books that take years to track down and then disappoint, the book is what it is, and it's worth the search.

It’d been a long time since I’d felt the scent of summer. The smell of the ocean, the distant steam whistle, feeling the skin of a girl’s hand, the lemon scent of her conditioner, the evening wind, faint hopes, summer dreams…Haruki Murakami is one of my favorite literary authors. I read his works in English (he has such GREAT translator) and making me wish that I can read the original. For me, his works are always profoundly melancholic somehow. This one, is no difference. Basically a story without plot, where the timeline is moving in non-linear sense ... and the "I" character is talking to readers in anyway he wants to. Sometimes he talks about writing and the problem of writing, or about his fascination to Derek Hartfield (a fictional author that Murakami creates), or about the girl with one finger missing, or his good friend the Rat (Japanese name = Nezumi, it does mean "Rat"). There are a couple of chapters about Radion NEB's Pop Music Requests, with eccentric announcer and a letter from fans that moves me to tears (so beautiful). Such wonderful vignettes, combined into one gorgeous read. Perfect for cloudy and rainy weather, such as what is going on in my hometown (Jakarta, Indonesia) in this November day.