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A Novelist Unmoored from Himself: Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84

By posted at 6:00 am on October 26, 2011 15

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When will Haruki Murakami finally get a Nobel Prize? Around this time every year, the question grumbles around Japanese literary circles. And around this time every year, the answer is the same: better luck next time. For my part, I’ve always observed this ritual with a jaundiced eye. Murakami, for all of his success and considerable stylistic accomplishments, just wasn’t Nobel-worthy (hold your flames until the end, please). His output is impressive and his fiercely devoted readership has made him one of the world’s bestselling non-English novelists. But his books, which I had once found fresh and engaging, became increasingly predictable. If he hadn’t reached the limits of his talents, then it seemed that he was at least stuck in a very deep rut.

coverBut with 1Q84, Murakami’s latest, the bandwagon’s out of the ditch, and I am jumping on board. The book, which was a blockbuster in Japan, is Murakami’s finest work: nuanced, brilliant, gripping, philosophical but never tendentious, self-assured, cleverly post-modern yet authentic, and possessed of a haunting surrealism that by this point surely deserves its own adjective: Murakamian?

Fans will find much to love. Murakami’s personal obsessions and eccentricities are on full display: cats, oddly-formed ears, European composers and novelists, and little people with strange powers. And yet, the book feels fresh in a way that Murakami hasn’t felt in a long time. It sees the familiar with new eyes. Reading it is like falling in love again for the very first time.

Murakami’s work has always depended on subverting its readers’ sense of the familiar. His stories mostly take place in an off-kilter version of reality that seems the stranger precisely because of its similarity to the world we know. 1Q84’s brilliance is founded on more or less the same principle. It is instantly recognizable, yet inexplicably strange. A Murakami novel as it might be written in a Murakami novel. The premise is high-concept, but somehow unpretentious: two people, a novelist Tengo and a part-time assassin/fitness instructor Aomame, find that they have been transported from the “real” world into a fictional one complete with two moons, giant, glowing chrysalises woven from thin air, and a dead goat that serves as a portal to yet another world. Basically, it’s a love story. And a very affecting one at that.

As might be expected, both the novel and the world in which it’s set, the eponymous 1Q84, are self-consciously literary creations, one written by Murakami and the other by the writer, Tengo, who finds himself trapped in his own book, a high stakes literary fraud based on the work of a mysterious teenage girl. Although there are a few heavy-handed ventures into explicit meta-fictional commentary (a gun, which in contravention of Anton Chekov’s famous maxim, never goes off), the border between fiction and reality, whether Murakami’s or Tengo’s,  is never explicitly drawn, and the whole enterprise is carried out with such zest and lightness of touch that it never occurred to me to question the concept.

covercoverThe brisk pacing doesn’t hurt, either. The book is a doorstop of the order of War and Peace or Infinite Jest, but unlike those shambling monsters, it features a gripping, tightly plotted narrative that’s readable enough for the beach. Whereas Murakami’s previous books often built slowly and ended ambiguously, exploring in the meantime only the most quotidian aspects of his bizarre alternate realities, 1Q84 hits the ground running and never stops. Except for a slow jog of exposition in the middle, the book, which traces the mysteriously intertwined lives of Tengo and Aomame, keeps up its quick pace through over 900 pages, putting on an extra burst of speed as it comes tearing through the finish line. Most incredibly for a book of this length, it manages with only one exception to tie all of its plot threads into an elegant ending better suited to a thriller than the elephantine social novel it resembles. As a novelist, Murakami has proven himself to be a world class marathoner.

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covercoverAfter the English release of Murakami’s last novel, After Dark, critics, myself included, began to wonder if Murakami was capable of writing something that moved beyond the intensely personal (and by definition limited) confines of his best work and into the world at large. His most ambitious previous novel, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, hinted at the possibility, but never quite achieved it. Although the book expanded the physical and historical limits of Murakami’s world, it failed to push beyond the psychological boundaries of his main character, a cerebral, often anonymous cipher that was not quite Murakami himself. It seemed that Murakami–like the protagonist of the classic, almost psychedelic Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World–had become a prisoner of his own mind. And as time went by, that durance became a mini-genre of sorts: noir as therapy, detective stories where the sleuth trolls for clues in his own psyche but never solves the case. The essential mystery of these novels was how do you escape your own head? It seemed the puzzle was one that neither Murakami nor his characters were able to solve.

1Q84 seems to propose a tentative solution to this conundrum: self-awareness. For the first time, Murakami does not just write, but observes himself writing. And he has expressed this new awareness of himself as a novelist in an ingenious irony. Tengo, like Murakami has so often done, literally and unwittingly writes himself into his own novel. And, yet, Tengo is not Murakami. Nor, for that matter, are any of the other characters.

The result is that, for the first time, Murakami is, as a novelist, unmoored from himself. The disassociation allows him the freedom to explore multiple perspectives, and his successful expansion into the third person has opened up a world of themes that were unavailable to him during his long period of solitary confinement. Murakami’s liberation–the book alternates chapters between the perspectives of Tengo, Aomame, and, by its third and final section, a hideously ugly private eye named Ushikawa–leads the characters to revelations that would have been unthinkable in any of his previous works. The difference is striking, and it produces some truly sublime descriptions of the  human condition, expressed with Murakami’s wonderful simplicity and economy:

(Tengo) was already thirty, but yet to have a sense of himself as an adult. It just felt to him like he had spent thirty years in the world.

Or this passage, near the end of the book, that I never before would have imagined Murakami capable of:

One evening, as the cold wind blew and she kept watch over the playground, Aomame realized she believed in God. It was a sudden discovery, like finding, with the soles of your feet, solid ground beneath the mud. It was a mysterious sensation, an unexpected awareness…

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In part, 1Q84’s achievement comes from Murakami’s decision to write about Japan. In previous novels, Murakami seemed reluctant to seriously engage with his own country, most often placing his characters in a world that combined a fantastical fourth dimension of his own private obsessions with a jazzy transnational “West,” built on Russian novels, Beatles music and blue jeans. Much like his characters, most of whom are expats in their own lives, Murakami refused to directly engage with his environment, choosing instead to hide his characters away in caves and wells and cabins in the woods, where the only society they kept was their own.

For all its fantastical elements, however, 1Q84 is very much about modern Japanese society. It grapples with the kind of front-page social issues we expect to find in Jonathan Franzen’s latest: the historical legacy of World War II, the aging of Japanese society, and, most prominently, the rise of religious cults that led to the infamous sarin-gas attack on Tokyo’s subways.

coverThe difference is both superficial and profound. With the exception of his career-making novel Norwegian Wood, a work of straight realism, Murakami has generally avoided the material signifiers of Japanese culture. His characters eat pasta and other western food. They sleep in beds, rather than on futons. They move through the kind of culture-neutral spaces, business hotels and luxury apartments, that form the archipelago of the developed world. To a certain extent, this cultural shorthand is what has made Murakami’s books so popular internationally. Appreciating them requires no understanding of Japan, only a few weeks spent in any major metropolis.

While Murakami’s other novels could have taken place anywhere, 1Q84 could only have happened in Japan. The book starts and ends in a uniquely Japanese locale, one of the elevated expressways that ribbon above Tokyo, and is peppered throughout with Japanese locations, situations, and references, both historical and otherwise, that feel nothing short of integral to the whole. Even the almost reflexive allusions to Western culture–in true Murakami fashion an obscure Czech composer and several European fashion designers are name checked in the book’s first several pages–for the first time seem to reflect something essential about Japan itself, a country that connects East and West in much the same way as the elevated expressway connects the story’s realfictional and metafictional worlds.

The result is a novel that feels more complete than any of Murakami’s previous work. Where much of his oeuvre feels somehow hollow at its core, like a literary Potemkin village, 1Q84 has real substance. It lacks the sense of rootless detachment that has characterized so many of his books, instead grounding itself and its characters in something real.

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A few weeks ago, in preparation for 1Q84’s release, the New Yorker published an excerpt from the novel called “Town of Cats.” In the story–one of many stories within stories that fill the book–Tengo reads a piece of short fiction, written by an obscure European author, about a man who travels by train to a town populated by giant talking cats. Fascinated by the town, he decides to spend the night, watching the cats as they go about their daily lives. By the time he’s ready to go home, it’s too late. He waits and waits, but the train never comes. After a few nights, he realizes it never will.

Tengo is fascinated by the story and reads it several times. He tells it to his dying father and his friends. Eventually, in the retelling, he realizes that he, too, lives in a town of cats, and if he’s not careful, he’ll die there. Reading 1Q84, it’s hard to avoid the conclusion that Murakami came to the same conclusion.

Will Murakami ever win the Nobel? A member of this year’s prize committee was quoted as saying that the prize has been too heavily weighted towards Europe in recent years. The comment has no doubt given fresh hope to grumblers across the world. Whether they will be vindicated or not, only time will tell. In the meantime, there is one thing that everyone should be happy about. With 1Q84, Haruki Murakami has finally left his town of cats.





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15 Responses to “A Novelist Unmoored from Himself: Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84”

  1. Lakis
    at 7:26 am on October 26, 2011

    I’m almost at the end of book one and i think that the pace is slow. I think that Murakami in his quest to write a really big book has thrown in way too many bits and pieces that he could leave behind. And what about the repetition of the title Air Chrysalis over and over again? He could say: the book, the novel, the novella, whatever… I think I’m not that enthusiastic about this novel for the time being but i do hope that things will improve as the reading progresses. If there’s one character that I’m really interested in is that of Fuka-Eri. She’s as interesting and as mysterious as they come…

  2. Jack M
    at 7:56 am on October 26, 2011

    The trouble I have with Murakami’s work is that his stories seem to go nowhere. He has difficulty with endings, and I find him ultimately unsatisfying. I think I’ll pass on 1Q84.

  3. A
    at 11:50 am on October 26, 2011

    This review is thoughtful and interesting, but the book is far from Murakami’s best. Or rather, it doesn’t really make the case that it is, in fact, Murakami’s best. Or even a good book.

    It’s a beautiful book, sounds great in summary, and parts are amazing–probably among the best passages penned by Murakami, to be sure. But the book is so repetitive, and to not address that issue, which has been pointed out by a few other reviewers (a backlash seems to have begun, huh?), strikes me as intellectually irresponsible. If you are going to prove A, then you have to prove not-A, right? For me to buy that this is even one of Murakami’s best, then someone has to prove to me why the repetition and all the clunky passages do not detract from the book’s greatness, but rather enhance it. Because let’s face it, it could be the translation.

    The Millions has always been a site where this kind of dialogue is fostered. Instead, we have an engorged puff piece.

  4. Joost
    at 3:51 pm on October 26, 2011

    1Q84 is very Murakamian – unfortunately that isn’t a good thing this time.

    I loved his earlier work, Wild Sheep Chase, Wind-up Bird, etc. The storyline of 1Q84 is one of his best yet, quite a few scenes gave me absolute shivers (the first time the Little People appear! Like The Ring!). The chapters alternating between Tengo and Aomane work wonderfully, boosting the plot.

    But in his quest to write the Big Book, the magnum opus, Murakami keeps on hitting more or less the same notes he has been hitting all his career. And in 1Q84 he keeps repeating the same scenes and in those scenes he keeps on repeating the same phrases, the same descriptions, the same dialogue. Everything seems overly drawn out, in tedious, uninspired language. Murakamian – indeed, like Murakami on XanaX.

    I’m afraid this isn’t the (English) translation’s fault: I read the book in Dutch, earlier this year, and was very disappointed (so were pretty much all Dutch reviewers, considering the book dull, to say the least.) I was hoping the English one would be better. Alas.

  5. Ryan Ries
    at 4:26 pm on October 26, 2011

    The only Murakami I’ve read is Kafka on the Shore, and I found the prose so clunky and the dialogue so wooden I just can’t bring myself to read anything else from him. But I’ve wondered if it’s just a poor translation, or he’s generally difficult to translate – can anyone speak to the quality of Murakami’s translations as a whole?

  6. Ben Dooley
    at 6:26 pm on October 26, 2011

    I didn’t find the book particularly repetitive. I agree that there is a “greatest hits” feel to it, but it seemed that all of his peculiarities had come together a la Voltron to create something greater than their whole.

    As for Ryan’s question: if you didn’t like Kafka on the Shore, you won’t like 1Q84. The dialogue is absolutely unnatural, and the prose can be cliched, but there are moments of transcendence, IMO. Murakami’s style in Japanese, though, is almost an anti-style, and the translators do a good job of conveying that feel into English.

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  8. zardoz
    at 8:40 pm on October 27, 2011

    Murakami is hit-and-miss with me. Really liked: The Wind-up Bird Chronicle (his best), Norwegian Wood (nothing weird or fantastical, one of his “realist” novels). I wanted to like Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World but found it a bit obtuse. And Kafka on the Shore had the weirdness of Wind-up Bird Chronicle, but the dialogue, especially near the end, grew increasingly absurd. Kafka was a 15-year-old kid who talked like the wisest, most experienced old man in the world. With that, Murakami didn’t seem to understand his own main character.

    I’ll give IQ84 a shot, but I may not have the patience.

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  11. HIHappyTrails
    at 3:01 pm on October 29, 2011

    I cannot wait to receive my copy of 1Q84! I pre ordered it months ago. If only we had a book store on Kauai. I would be reading instead of writing. Aloha to Mr. Murakami. I love all of your work.

  12. Harry Radcliffe
    at 5:10 pm on November 10, 2011

    A real disappointment. It’s a very long book but the story in no way justifies its 900+ pages, particularly the last 200 which are a tedious slog. All the trademark Murakami strokes and tropes are here in spades–the overall shimmering/fata morgana weirdness that leaves the reader a little dizzy and gravity-less time and again. Mundane descriptions of people, places, and situations that from one moment to the next morph into things eerie, half-funny/half- ominous, sometimes miraculous. And as usual at the center is a slightly befuddled, directionless protagonist expertly cooking his lonely guy meals while listening to classical music. Predictably he is unwillingly swept up by a series of events that, like a tornado, throws his life and future into chaos. Also there’s a mysterious woman with beautiful ears, a number of enigmatic dream sequences that are sometimes resolved but usually aren’t… All familiar, frequently delightful stuff for Murakami readers. In small doses. But the novel is simply too long for the tale it tells; it should have been cut by many pages. I started reading with enthusiasm and high expectations because it’s this sui generis author and his purported magnum opus. But after turning the last page I felt relieved, exhausted and shrug’y. A friend and rabid Murakami fan who read 1Q84 at the same time I did said, `I’m going to need drugs to finish this damned book.’

  13. Judy
    at 4:06 pm on February 6, 2012

    Ben Dooley’s review claims that Murakami ties up all the threads into an elegant ending. Puhleeze! My general enjoyment of the book and its pacing were overshadowed by all the loose threads which were never explained or connected. I enjoy good fantasy, even surrealistic but I need coherent conclusions. A few of many loose threads: who and why the tenacious NHK collector? who, what, why the “Little People”? and the letters from Tengo’s father which he receives from the nurse after his father dies might have held clues to the non-connectedness Tengo has felt for his father but are never read, and Fuka-Eri’s disappearance , etc.,etc. And I found the author’s or Tengo’s fixation on pubic hair odd in the context of a non-erotic tale

  14. NT
    at 12:17 pm on May 12, 2013

    I thought this was an astonishing work of fiction. I haven’t read anything else of Murakami’s, but were it up to me, I’d give him in the Nobel on the strength of this one book alone.

    For people who want certainty and lack of ambiguity, this book will frustrate.

    For those who can believe that the only only one true thing is love, this book is a work of genius.

  15. C. Nicolas
    at 2:40 pm on February 25, 2014

    I have read quite a few of Murakami’s books, and I like this author and the way he puts his stories together, his sense of mystery and his style. For me, it is always enjoyable to read, even when the story (sometimes) doesn’t really get me.
    When I read 1Q84, it felt like this book was Murakami’s best, it has the best balance of the author’s characteristics: philosophy, mystery, character’s description, oddness, fluent style.. Plus the plot is wonderful, it is a fantastic story about love, which eventually we can all relate to. It feels like Murakami used all his personality and style and literary own discoveries to paint a story about the most common and beautiful emotion ever: love.
    I read these 1100 pages without feeling it was too long (after the first paragraph I was even excited that there would be so many more of them!). This book will make you feel love again, with a Murakami twist on it.

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