brevetcaptain said: Murukami is soooooo over-rated.
There’s a space in it, an emptiness that I appreciate. I feel like a lot of writers, western ones especially, really try to cram every nook an cranny in a story full of almost useless detritus. He lets the uncomfortable silences be uncomfortable silences. He does not hand hold you through the narrative either, which means you have to bump up against yourself in very unique and personal ways, which lends an ethereal quality to his novels. They can’t be easily summarized, really. I feel like that’s something that many popular western writers constantly do, even when they don’t mean to. His books can be difficult and challenging, but I enjoy that kind of novel.
It’s nice not to have extra fucking adjectives and adverbs hanging off of every word. It’s nice to have something with a plot, that isn’t necessarily plot driven, so to speak, you know? They are almost delicate to me. Harsh and mean, sometimes, but delicate.
So I do enjoy him, his sentence structure, language, subject matter, space and grace.
But it’s like this THING. You can’t live here and like books without mentioning his name. I feel like if I asked someone ‘why?” they would legitimately have no answer. Which. LAMESAUCE BROS.
dude can we not? I mean, the soooo over-rated thing.
Let’s just aknowledge once and for all that there’s no exact scale that correlates skill and talent to success and fame or whatever.
It’s just a thing that will never exist right? It’s impossible to even define correctly, let alone convince all the assholes in the world to somehow adhere to it.
So let’s not resent somebody because of his success, especially if you somehow like the man or his work. It’s really not his fault, and it’s ok. It’s not like people are not reading so and so because their unread murakami backlog has completely taken over their to-read list.