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Fantasy. Fiction. Literature. HTML:A short, sleek novel of encounters set in Tokyo during the witching hours between midnight and dawn, and every bit as gripping as Haruki Murakami�??s masterworks The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and Kafka on the Shore. At its center are two sisters�??Eri, a fashion model slumbering her way into oblivion, and Mari, a young student soon led from solitary reading at an anonymous Denny�??s toward people whose lives are radically alien to her own: a jazz trombonist who claims they�??ve met before, a burly female �??love hotel�?� manager and her maid staff, and a Chinese prostitute savagely brutalized by a businessman. AFTER DARK moves from mesmerizing drama to metaphysical speculation, interweaving time and space as well as memory and perspective into a seamless exploration of human agency. Murakami�??s trademark humor, psychological insight, and grasp of spirit and morality are here distilled with an extraordinary… (more)
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Murakami's language in After Dark suggests explicitly a screenplay. Perspectives are described in terms of camera angles, panning and zooming, and the dialogue among characters is sometimes conveyed in script form. In many places the narrator explains in so many words "our" role as a disembodied point of view devoid of ability to alter the course of events. My guess would be that Murakami is commenting, here, on the passiveness of traditional media consumption; one of the main characters, who spends nearly the entire novel in an existentially-motivated hibernation, is a beautiful young model named Eri Asai. One gets the sense that she has been observed, admired and consumed from without until her interior sense of self has completely deteriorated. Now "we" are one more external point of view, observing her but unable to help her. She is forced to negotiate alone the un-world of her deep sleep, and the strange dislocation (literal and metaphorical) at the heart of it. Again and again, in different ways, Murakami brings up the idea of a permeable or impermeable divide - between point of view and subject, between the respectable citizen and the criminal, between public and private, and, of course, between night and day. So in that sense, the semi-screenplay form is quite fitting.
For me, though, it also makes the novel less pleasant to read than other Murakami work. The prose is jerkier, more like a set of stage directions than a flowing narrative, and the dialogue seems insufficiently ingegrated into the prose. It also has that certain flatness of a play read silently; the lines rely on the creative interpretation that actors would give, and without it they seem lacking. In fact, throughout After Dark it kept striking me that this is one novel better-suited to life as a film - preferably directed by Jim Jarmusch or David Lynch. While all the stage directions are clunky to read, the actual images involved are intriguing and effective; to me, telling this story in film form would feel like cutting out the middleman. And Lynch would have to do very little adaptation to fit After Dark into his established oeuvre; as it ends, much like Mulholland Drive or the Twin Peaks pilot, we are unsure if Eri has met with triumph or defeat in her ordeal, or indeed whether the crisis was brought to any kind of breaking point at all. There is a scene where she attempts to communicate her plight to the outside world, and a point at which "we," as her disembodied audience, attempt to warn her of an impending danger. In both cases, the attempts seem completely unsuccessful, yet they form the only semblance of a climax available to the reader, and seem to represent some kind of corner turned. I generally adore this kind of ambiguity, yet Eri's story left me somehow unsatisfied; I wanted greater access to her, more meaty characterization - which, come to think of it, is just what her sister, the other protagonist of the novel, wants as well.
Despite my complaints, After Dark was an enjoyable way to spend a few days of reading, and there were some trademark sparkles of Murakami descriptive prowess. I particularly liked the phrase, in his opening paragraph, that describes Tokyo at night as "sending out new contradictions and collecting the old." As a précis, a Murakami primer or appetizer, it's quite effective, and whets my appetite for more.
This book is lighter than his previous novels - it has much more of a flavor of a short story. He doesn't delve too deeply into
The book does remind me of jazz riffs after dark. It's a series of scenes set from nightfall to daybreak, alternating from one character to the next and then back again. The characters are connected in a style familiar to viewers of modern American television shows like Lost or Heroes - seemingly ordinary connections that allow us access to a new set of stories. They are funky, and light - I'd love to hear the book as a piece for the trombone.
I found the book enjoyable. There were points of recognition with Murakami's other works, and you can see him exploring new directions. From his nonfiction, I believe he's the kind of author who is unsatisfied doing one thing over and over, and I know he often prefers the short story to the novel. It's not my favorite of his works, and I'd only recommend it to someone who knew what they were getting into - I appreciate it more for what it tries to do, for the style and structure, than for the enjoyment I got from reading it.
It is a simple story – the events of one night starting at 11:56 pm and ending at 6:52 pm. (The chapters are named for the exact time the events in the chapter start.) A young Japanese girl is staying up all night and meets an old acquaintance. They talk, then go there separate ways. Events (not overly dramatic events) draw them together again. At night’s end they talk more; then go their separate ways. Underlying all this is the surreal existence of the girl’s sister who is sleeping all the time. Not much of a plot. Yet, by the book’s conclusion the characters have come alive; the events (even when seemingly mundane) have driven toward something; and the locations have taken on a reality. Ultimately, the transitions – though subtle – represent real change, and our investment in these individuals has been worth the time
Halfway through this book, I fully expected to find it a five-star classic. Yet, by the time I finished it, I couldn't help wishing this story were somehow...more. The story built towards a crescendo that simply fizzled. No Stephen King- or Brandon Sanderson-esque explosive climax, nor even a Kazuo Ishiguro-style symphony of subtlety and restraint. Just kind of a wet plop. Not enough to ruin this excellent book, by any stretch; just a bit of a head-scratcher. Nonetheless, I'm definitely interested in reading more Murakami.
What struck me most is the point of view within the book. The reader is a "neutral ouside witness" spoken to by a comforting, semi-omniscent speaker. We see
All these little notices cannot convey the pleasure of reading the novel. The language is simple but not simplistic and the pacing moves ahead with out feeling rushed. Most importantly, the characters are enjoyable to read, yet they maintain their mystery. After Dark, I found, is a pretty good novel to start off your summer reading.
In this book there is a theme that seems to have reference to a Japanese cultural phenomenon where young people wall themselves up in their rooms and become totally uncommunicative - you need to understand that to see what is going on with one of the characters - Eri.
Other themes explored in the book are Murakami's obsession with a kind of dualism, where we have alter egos beyond our control (like the murderer of Kafka's father in "Kafka on the shore") He seems to link this with influence of animal spirits, and I can only suppose that is some kind of reference to japanese mysticism (Shinto perhaps?)
There is also bad sex as usual, with the love hotel theme which divorces sex from love and commitment. At least in this novel we are invited to see that this divorce is directly related to the evils of the attack described therein.
The whole narrative takes place in real time through the course of one night.
The problem with Murakami (other than the difficulty presented to readers not steeped in Japanese culture) is that his books really are trying too hard to be surreal and metaphorical. I read Kafka on the Shore first, and felt it was trying too hard - but now I feel that book was the best of the three I have read!
In this book the surrealism is just tagged on. It doesn't seem to have any reason for being there. The watcher in Eri's room... what is that all about? Frankly, I don't care! If a book requires so much work to interpret, then no two people will interpret it the same. Some people don't mind that, but what I want to know is what the author is telling me.
I don't need to read this book to know what I am thinking myself. A clear message still requires thought from the reader. Do we agree? What can we add? But works that defy understanding and jump around between realism and the surreal - well these are a lot of work for little reward.
Of course Murakami has his supporters, and many people will love the surrealism, the lack of conclusion, the dropped threads, the moral relativism, and of course the little in jokes (room 404 is surely a reference to the HTTP error code for "page not found").
So if you like Murakami or any of the above - read this book. Otherwise your time would be better spent with something else.
The one saving grace - the reason this gets two stars and not one - is that the book is short. Much shorter than "Kafka on the Shore", or the 'Wind up Bird Chronicle". It may be a waste of time reading it - but it won't be such a huge waste of time.
Good for Murakami's fans, but i wouldn't recommend it as introductory reading for new comers. Luckily, it is short, so the reader doesn't get tired even when the story is not moving forward too much.
The novel takes place in the course of a single night, beginning 'as the date is just about to change'. In an all-night diner, nineteen year old Mari sits reading a book and sipping coffee. She is about to encounter Takahashi, a slightly older man who once met her years ago; he went to school with her sister, Eri. Before the night is over, Mari will be drawn to help a nineteen year old Chinese girl who has been beaten up in Alphaville, a love hotel; and in an office building, the man who beat her up works into the night solving a computer problem. Through it all, Mari's sister lies asleep a perfect sleep, watched by a TV screen that flickers on even though the plug has been pulled.
[i]After Dark[/i] is short, but intensely atmospheric. Murakami's characters are warmly drawn, wandering through a slightly unreal night-time urban landscape where things look familiar but seem to hide subtle threats, and a looming sense of menace builds through the book. Everyone is lost to a degree, searching for something, sitting on the cusp of choices, some mundane, some fantastic. The characters flit in and out of each other's paths through the night, little intersections that occasionally peak and crescendo, particularly Mari and Takahashi, as they swap stories and feed tuna sandwiches to cats. Even the bit-part characters buzz with the life lived by those who wake and work while most people sleep: Kaoru, the former wrestler, now manageress of the Alphaville hotel, and her two assistants; the late-night bar tender still stubbornly playing LPs instead of CDs; the taxi-driver taking the office worker home at 4am - they all pulse in their scenes. It's a very cinematic book; an omniscient narrator guides us through key scenes by imagining ourselves behind a camera, and Murakami's prose, bundled into short chapters with an image of a clock telling the time at the beginning, is as tight, descriptive and evocative as ever.
There are dark undercurrents, lots of questions, and no neat resolutions. It's a very Murakami-ish Murakami novel, the literary equivalent of a good arthouse film, and whether the lost and alienated characters within are ever going to find their way to safe harbour is an open question. Despite that, I finished it leaving satisfied and contented. As with most of his books, one to reread in a few months and savour all over again.
Murakami’s book takes place between midnight and 6:52 am in Tokyo. It could alternatively be called “Night People” as it traces the lives of two sisters Eri and Mari for these few nocturnal hours. What transpires during this almost seven hours is both the literal
A change of style for Murakami - short (very short) chapters, simply told, as if watching a film (he treats the reader as if
I read this book very slowly as I didn't want it to end.
This is less a novel then a collection of beginnings. Maybe it should be used as a teaching device in writers' workshops; I'm sure that some enterprising artist could fashion compelling conclusions for these threads of story.
Much has been written about Murakami's unique approach to storytelling, and I will grant that the best elements of his work are the most elusive. This being the case, the best point of reference for any critique of Murikami is Murakami himself. 'After Dark' just doesn't stand up to Murakami.
A book with chaotic events which almost, but not quite, connect to each other.
A book with a story so slender and light as to almost float up out of one's hands.
A book which left me with a
A book which finally leaves me with the most neutral reaction to a book I can ever remember having.
Glad I read it? No.
Sorry I read it? No.
My kind of book? Might have been.
Your kind of book? Who knows?
Music metaphor comes naturally to mind as music is an underlying motif in the story.
"You send
undergo a kind of a physical shift, and simultaneously the listener's
body also undergoes the same kind of physical shift. It's giving birth
to that kind of shared state."
The characters seem to be somehow in a shared state of darkness which is not only the darkness of the night, but metaphorically the darkness of the soul.
The narration takes place over seven hours, between a few minutes before midnight and 6:52 in the morning in Tokyo's red light district. Murakami uses a movie technique to narrate his story. We get a bird eye view shot of the city first and then a close-up of what is happening to a small group of characters who accidentally get entangled in one incident. The characters are very well drawn, and I liked them all but the novel is disappointingly small.