New Appreciation

You know what you like, don’t you? You know that you like a certain colour and a certain way of doing things. You know you like a certain person.

At the same time you know what you do not like. You know why a certain person irks you so and why there is no way you would do a certain thing, perhaps at a certain time.

And I am one of those people. I thought I knew. But the truth is I keep asking myself all the time, why is it that I like Murakami. And what of his writing keeps me going on.

It is undeniable that I enjoy his works. But I have found it so hard to put into words, why is it that I enjoy Murakami, more than say Charlotte Bronte.

Not till today did it dawned on me that I thrive in the world that he created. One that is free of spiritual commitment and opinion. Devoid of all expectations and subtle nuances of what things should be and could be. The world he created is bizarre, I grant you that. But there is never a hint of the oddness, unless it is intended.

And I love that the word ‘impossible’ is irrelevant when reading M.