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Recently Read…February 12, 2012

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.  Knopf, 2011. 1Q84 is a 925-page love story overlaid with Murakami’s patented version of Magic Realism and populated with Murakami’s quirky characters.  As each of the main characters slip out of the world of 1984 Tokyo and into the 1Q84 world of Murakami, they find their lives suddenly threatened by a mysterious religious cult, and they spend most of the novel trying to figure out what role they play in this new topsy-turvy world, where two moons brighten the night sky, where Little People emerge from the mouths of the dead, and where other, equally strange events occur.  1Q84 functions as a kind of group detective novel, with each character, acting in isolation or in pairs, trying to deduce or intuit the meaning of each new revelation.  As the book comes to a close, the pace picks up as the various missing pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place.

John Muckle, London Brakes.  Exeter: Shearsman, 2010.  (I’ve previously written about Muckle’s photo-embedded novel Cyclomotors.)  The aptly named Tony Guest is a motorcycle courier in Thatcherite 1980s London.  He knows his way through the city and its environs, but he can’t connect the dots within his own life.  He and an assorted group of mates work, hang out, drink, smoke a little dope, and have run-ins with the police, all the while buffeted by political winds they scarcely see or acknowledge.  They know they’re stuck where they are; nevertheless, they talk wistfully about change and make lateral moves to a new employer, a new flat, a new roommate.  But Tony is a bit different.  He has slightly larger dreams and a higher level of self-awareness.  He reads, he can talk philosophy and, unlike the other couriers, he rides a vintage bike.  But this only serves to shove him awkwardly to the edge of his own crowd, who sense his desire to move outward and upward as a slap in the face.  In the end, Tony’s ambitions aren’t strong enough to protect him, they only add to his sense of guilt.

“You’re some sort of super-intelligent dope smoker.  Educated, though you pretend not to be, and you’re from a working-class background, like us.”

“How do you know?”

“I can tell.  It’s obvious.  What I want to know is what’s the big mystery about everything, to you?  Because as far as I’m concerned there isn’t one.  I mean, life seems very mysterious when you’re young.  To some people, anyway.  But basically, it isn’t.  Anything that seems strange, or interesting, has a perfectly ordinary explanation.  A boring one.  That’s what I’ve found, mate.  And this is my point.  You’re intelligent.  You’re not stupid.  So why go skulking around acting as though everything’s some big mystery?”

5 Comments Post a comment
  1. F.H. #

    Which edition of ‘Extinction’ is that?

    February 13, 2012
    • The Bernhard book that you ask about in the background is he 1995 British edition of Correction from Quartet Books. Same translation as the American Knopf edition.



      February 13, 2012
  2. Although I write, teaching college is my “day job,” and I can say that 1Q84 is the only novel I’ve seen a student voluntarily pick up this semester.

    That’s saying something.

    February 14, 2012
  3. Any intuitions about the translation of 1Q84?

    February 23, 2012
    • I’m not qualified to comment on the translation of 1Q84, but it seems pretty consistent with his prior novels. The only thing unusual is that 1Q84 uses both of his usual translators. I doubt there are many books that have used two translators in this fashion.

      February 23, 2012

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