When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.Īnd once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. I was not expecting that this book would get so many negative comments I really enjoyed it, while reading it I got so involved in books world that I cou. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. 2015/aug/20/kafka-on-the-shore-readers-at-sea 2019 Wishes Books - Goodreads. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.Īnd you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. Kafka on the Shore - Murakami, Haruki: 9780099458326 WebKafka on the Shore. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you.
Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.
You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. “Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
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