I like Haruki Murakami’s novels. I like his characters: sad, melancholic, and sometimes lonely—like me.
I'm an introvert who suffers from bouts of melancholia like many of Murakami’s characters. What Murakami’s characters feel, I’ve felt before. What they are thinking, I’ve thought of before.
Murakami's writing style is called magical realism. The settings are familiar yet surreal. Similar but strange. Modern Japan with an out-of-this-world element. Like Toru and Naoko’s world in Norwegian Wood; or Aomame’s In IQ84. Human characters coexisting with the supernatural.
Colorless Tsukuru was the book that introduced me to Haruki's writing. I devoured it and became a fan. I've never read anything like it. It was my introduction to magical realism.
I remember reading IQ84. Fuka-Eri was beautiful and weird, and I wish Aomame is a real person. She is lethal.
Murakami’s characters are attractive. Their sadness, introversion, and self-reflectiveness are so real. The way they think, process information, and dwell on their dilemmas... are so real. They remind me of me.
Murakami's characters are so compelling. People are able to relate to their suffering. I am able to relate to Tsukuru’s suffering.