Only two more chapters of 色彩を持たない多崎つくると、彼の巡礼の年 to go now, so I'm guessing one more day / bike ride will do it. It hit me today that one of the strange things about this novel is the way that the dialogue is written. It seems very awkward at times, and almost non-sequitor-ish in the exchanges. Characters say things and I think, "Why would anyone say that?" Which kind of makes it both less and more realistic simultaneously. Less for the obvious reason, but more because people really do speak that way. Mostly because they usually don't listen to each other.
But I'm enjoying this story quite a bit. The New York Times Book Review Review said that the audio-book version was excellent because of the way the narrator reads the novel--without emotion, distant--and I'm glad that I took the advice . . . and that Scribd had the audio-book available.
One of the things that resonates with me is the idea that most of what we do in this life is bullshit. Not that 村上 春樹 comes right out and says that, but I think it's implied a number of times. Like when Tsukuru is thinking about people commuting, using as much as three hours of each day to get to and from their workplaces. And how that was probably not only lost, wasted time, but that it probably also eroded the person's energy for other things as well. So much of life is going from one room to another room, talking about shit that we don't even vaguely care about, etc. So what happens when you strip all of that bullshit away? What's left?
I'm working on it.
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