I truly
believe literature and children are at the core of who I am. They're my square one - where I find my peace. All the time,
in any second, these two aspects are in my DNA. Life seemed to have had other
plans for me, and I don’t yet know what this newly forged "I" will look like in
the future, but whenever Life pushes me too far – into its
chaotic mazes, its never-ending working hours, when I feel like a marionette, I
pull the string and try to go back to square one, to my real sanctuary.
Style has
always been something that I look for in a book, and although I
have always enjoyed Murakami’s writings and his ideas, I have always felt
something missing in the language, something that felt false, like it got lost in
translation. Dialogues that sound unnatural in Romanian, descriptions that
lose their meanings, and so on. So, with his latest novel, I tried the English
version, which I think sounds much better than what I have read so far by him
in Romanian.
Reading this
novel felt like sitting in a quiet place, jazz playing in the background, rain tapping the windows. It’s like stepping out of reality, of how the world
goes, and enjoying the other World that is in all of us, surrounded by our own
Uncertain Walls. The borderland, the place where fiction and reality,
conscious and unconscious, meet and have a drink together, where no one has
a Name, and it’s ok, because here, in this place, there is no time, no hands on
the clocks, no running, no egos, no shadows.
“In my head, there was a battle going on between reality and unreality. At this moment I was standing right in the interstice between this world and the other world. There was a fierce split between the conscious and the unconscious, and I had to choose where I should belong.” (121)“The flow of the river became an elaborate maze, and, just as it traveled deep underground, our reality, too, seemed to proceed inside us, branching out down several paths. Different versions of reality mixed together, different choices became intertwined, out of which a composite reality – or, what we come to understand as reality – took shape.” (131)“Single people need those kinds of modest rituals in their lives. To get through each day.” 366
“I shut my eyes and thought about time. In the past – for instance, back when I was seventeen – there was literally an inexhaustible amount of time. Like a huge reservoir, filled to the very brim. So there was no need to consider time. But now was different. Time, I knew, was limited. And as I aged, considering time ahad even greater implications. Time, no matter what, ticked away, ceaselessly. (370 )
“However, there isn’t just one reality. Reality is something you have to choose by yourself, out of several possible alternatives.” (423)