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DOWNLOAD 騎士団長殺し #1-2 107 ´ A publishing event a major new epic novel from the internationally acclaimed bestselling author of 184 and Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of PilgrimageA 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 hAssassination 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. 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

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A publishing event a major new epic novel from the internationally acclaimed bestselling author of 184 and Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of PilgrimageA 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 discover. 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

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