Kafka On The Shore Book Review
Haruki Murakami’s prescient, and exceedingly lyrical novel Kafka on the shore portrays a brilliance, I have not come across since reading Bukowski’s Women. Kafka Tamura the fifteen year old stowaway who runs away from home is on an existential journey to find out who he really is.
Murakami’s seamless process of using poetic prose intwined with dramatic, and philosophising moments of exploring the human psyche through a thorough, yet lyrical prowess that at times just keeps you pondering, and pondering.
Kafka is the name he gives himself, and is followed by some alter-ego of himself an illusory identity he calls, ‘’The Boy Named Crow.’’ The Boy Named Crow seems to act as an existential adult extension of himself which is quite profound. Murakami’s excellent command of prose allows him to simultaneously without conflict to entwine two narratives in one. The other narrative is about Nakata a boy who loses his intelligence in some weird, and bizarre spiritual moment. At times it is difficult whether, or not understand how and why Nakata lost his intelligence, but later on it all clears up.
