Showing posts with label A Wild Sheep Chase. Show all posts
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Sunday, 20 December 2009

Pinball, 1973 - Haruki Murakami



Books, Time, and Silence 10 Days of Christmas: Day 5

Read: September 2009


Pinball, 1973
in one Tweet-sized chunk:
Like Hear the Wind Sing before it, Pinball, 1973 is for those interested in the development of Murakami as a writer more than those looking for a great book.

Pinball, 1973
is Murakami's second novel, the middle volume in what was to become known as The Trilogy of the Rat which culminated in A Wild Sheep Chase. Like its predecessor Hear the Wind Sing, it was never published outside Japan and as such has become a bit of a collectors item. However, unlike Hear The Wind Sing, Pinball, 1973 quickly went out of print, meaning that it now fetches anything from £150- many thousands around the world. And with speculation of a Nobel Prize for Literature refusing to die away, these prices are only likely to increase.

I have spent much of the last year searching the internet in the hope of finding a cheap copy, but to no avail. On at least two occasions I've even started saving up the £200 needed for a copy on Amazon marketplace. It turns out that I'm not cut out for specific saving projects. I just don't possess the discipline needed to quarantine a couple of quid each week when there are other things to buy. It seemed that it would be a long time before I was able to read what has become the Holy Grail for Murakami fans.

So imagine my delight when I came home one day to find that my wonderful wife Megan had discovered a pdf of the book on-line. (
http://www.betz.lu/media/users/charel/pinball1973.pdf) It may not be the most pleasurable way to read a book, but reading in such a form creates a completely different reading experience. Psychologically, it is little different to reading an unpublished manuscript, or proof reading my own work, which is fitting given its nature and reputation. Murakami has made it clear that he will never let either of these books be published in the west, considering them “weak” compared to his later efforts.

It is difficult to dispute this. Yet that does not make Pinball, 1973 any the less fascinating. Like Hear the Wind Sing it is a short work, more novella than novel, following an unnamed narrator (that long time Murakami translator and scholar Jay Rubin has nicknamed 'Boku') as he goes about life in a typically introspective, and surreal manner. The most noticeable evolution from the first book is the presence of a plot. It seems that above all, what Murakami learned from Hear the Wind Sing is the importance of keeping the reader turning the page. What Murakami’s later novels do so well is integrate philosophical speculation and plot so each supports the other and the reader is as fascinated in the existential musings of the characters as they are in finding out what is going to happen next. Whereas Hear the Wind Sing was more a collection of vignettes and musings, Pinball, 1973, while still not the finished article, contains a cohesive plot which adds the element of an end goal to dive Boku's adventure.

The narration is complicated, however, by two narrative voices, one following Boku, and the other the Rat. Although the two friends never meet within the book, nor mention each other for that matter, the depth of their friendship is reflected in the loneliness of each other. They are together in spirit. The Rat is not in a good place, and as his brooding alcoholic depression deepens, he leaves Hokkaido, on his way to the bizarre situation we find him in during A Wild Sheep Chase.

On the surface of it, Boku is doing better. Having graduated college, he has started a small translation company with a friend, where he spends his days translating obscure product manuals. Then, one day, seemingly out of nowhere, a pair of twin girls appear in Boku's apartment and decide to stay indefinitely. Boku, being the typical Murakami protagonist, barely bats an eyelid, accepting them as a way of easing the loneliness in his heart. This loneliness stems from the death of his deceased girlfriend Naoko, who we learned in Hear the Wind Sing had hung herself. However it was not evident in that book to what extent her suicide had affected Boku. Now we learn that after her death he spent all his time in an arcade playing a Spaceship pinball machine, becoming addicted and substituting the emotional attachment he sought with Naoko for emotional attachment with a machine. Eventually he moved on and forgot about the machine, but when one day it pops back into his head he decides to try and track it down.

This is all familiar Murakami territory, particularly since wells, cats and the archetypal bar all make appearances. But where it differs from later work is in tone. There is a lack of warmth to Boku's adventure, he is a little too distant to identify with, and the happenings are often just the other side of the magical realist tight-rope. The nameless twins here seem largely superfluous, save as a clunky representation of the extent of Boku's atomisation.

Essentially,
Pinball, 1973, like Hear the Wind Sing before it, is a work in progress. It represents the gradual development of Murakami's style, and a point of learning for his storytelling craft. For fans it makes a fascinating and yet familiar addition to the canon. Nonetheless, it is easy to see why Murakami is unwilling to let it be published outside of Japan, for it is nowhere near the standard of his later novels.


5.5 out of 10
(as a stand alone novel)
7 out of 10
(for those interested in the development of Murakami as a writer)

Friday, 10 April 2009

A Wild Sheep Chase - Haruki Murakami


Read: November 2008

A Wild Sheep Chase in one sentence:
Murakami’s first internationally published novel, this contains all the bizarre events, lonesome conversations, and disperate characters which make his books such a joy to read.

Over the years I have developed one hard and fast rule when it comes to selecting my next book to read. If ever I get stuck with a book and would prefer to watch any old football on TV than read a book - in short, if I ever fall out of love with reading - then I turn to Haruki Murakami to rectify the situation.

This policy has proved pretty much infallible. Within fifty pages of picking up any of Murakami's titles I am engrossed in the adventure. I can't say whether this is due to some affinity with Murakami's typical well-meaning loaner characters, his down-to-earth and familiar way of telling a story, or some other indefinable quality, but I find it an absolute joy to get lost for a while in his books.

A Wild Sheep Chase is one of the more bizarre of his works, though this is difficult to quantify. It follows the adventure of an unnamed protagonist whose nothing special life is curtailed when he is blackmailed into searching for a mysterious sheep with a star on its back which may or may not be running the world. Add into the mix a chauffeur with the phone number for God, a runaway friend known only as 'The Rat,' and a genius sheep professor with a bad temper and you have a madcap and mysterious escapade which will confound your expectations with almost every flick of the page.

This is the first of Murakami's novels to be published in English outside of Japan, and perhaps shows a little less polish than some of his later efforts, but this is in many ways a good thing. Metaphysical conversations take place, but Murakami has not yet found a way to express his ideas with complete clarity, and so these conversations take on an even greater level of spectral uncertainty. This is Murakami at his least substantial. Reading it feels like a dream that would become a nightmare if you weren't lying in a state of post-orgasmic bliss next to someone you love. I don't know if that makes sense, but it seems to capture something of the illusive and imprecise joy of reading Murakami. He is an exceptional author.

I think I may now have to begin my own wild sheep chase, in order to track down affordable copies of Hear the Wind Sing, and Pinball, 1973, his first two books which he never wants to be published outside of Japan. They are hard to come by, and very expensive. But it must be worth it. For the only problem with this rule of mine is that I have now exhausted the entire available backlist of Murakami's full length fiction, and have only a couple of collections of short stories to go before I have to find a new ‘go to’ author. Wish me luck.



8 out of 10