Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami is a re-write of King Oedipus, but that is far from enough to explain what kind of novel this is. Murakami is growning on me and I find his very-difficult-to-define writing style very enjoyable. While being deceptively simple – almost chatty – the style is also very precise (though not overly polished).
But writing style is not everything either. Murakami is creating a weave of often inexplicable events and relationships. And I keep getting caught up in the web. The mix of realism and the very mundane, with something that is quite similar to magical realism with a sort of dreamlike Sci-Fi edge to it, is thoroughly enjoyable. And the psychological undercurrents also blend in well.
This was a great read. I know I haven’t said much about the plot or the characterisation, but this novel is better enjoyed read than analysed.