Tejay

While I am not too defensive of Murakami's pattern of misogyny, I feel "Kafka on the Shore" is the exception. Kafka’s sexual encounters with figures resembling his mother and sister are best understood as parabolic, not literal. Rooted in the Oedipal curse he believes he's under, these experiences reflect fate and identity, rather than erotic desire/gratuitous male fantasy. Murakami blurs the line between the subconscious and reality, using allegory in a fascinating way to explore existentialism.

A hilarious, bleak mirror. The labyrinth of bureaucracy. Kafka writes with the full spectrum of human complexity. All the human intricacies that are never able to be reproduced, are reproduced.

We've all felt a detestable vermin at some point in our lives. The hope is that we are able to undergo metamorphosis; to grow wings. If I may, such is said in Radiohead's "Let Down" 🤓.