El fin del mundo y un despiadado pais de las maravillas (Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World) Book

"Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in fight, searching the skies for dreams."
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World ~~ Haruki Murakami



Buddy read with my friend, Srđan.

There is so much to say about Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World; I'm just not certain I'm the one to say it. I was never able to quite connect with the characters or the plot on an emotional level. Part of the problem is that Murakami attempts to blend so many different literary genres and only partially succeeds here. Is this a hard-boiled detective novel, or a sci-fi novel? Is it a romance novel or dystopian fiction? I'm not sure even Murakami himself can answer that. And, to make matters more confusing, Murakami threw some fantasy in here for good measure, along with a dash of cold war spy thrillers. It is obvious, that Murakami has a love for the hard-boiled detective novels of the 30's, 40's and 50's, and while his Hard-Boiled Wonderland portion of the book is interesting, it's also obvious that Murakami has a lot to learn from Phillip Marlow.

Another issue with the Hard-Boiled Wonderland portion of the book, are the random references to Western culture sprinkled throughout the book. References are made to films, film stars and musicians for no reason other than to reference them. These references do nothing to further the story in any way, yet paragraphs and even pages are given over to them.

Confused? So was Murakami. And yet, this book is fascinating. I could not put it down.



Murakami promises much in this work. And, to be honest, he delivers much. Perhaps too much. Murakami's Tokyo is a wonderland. And we do end up at venturing to the end of the world. Along the way we encounter unicorns, gangsters, mad scientists, chubby girls clad in pink, subterranean monsters, seductive librarians, dream readers, mysterious forests, and the hallucinogenic effects of music between the mind and the sub-conscious mind.

Adding to this wonderland is the Calcutec's penis. There is tremendous interest his manhood and it keeps popping up at the most inconvenient moments.

Where Murakami best succeeds is with the End of the World portion of the book. It is a stark contrast to the neon saturated, Tokyo of Murakami's wonderland. In this world people surrender their shadows, extract and read dreams and live in fear of a mysterious wall. Yet even in this drab world, the characters we encounter are no less colorful. Here, Murakami's writing is unencumbered by the ghosts of Marlow, Cain, Bradbury, Jung and le Carré.



Upon finishing the book I was bothered with the lack of an ending. Characters disappeared for no reason. Plots were dropped as quickly as they appeared. The book was overwritten and in need of editing, and still the ending was rushed.

This was only my third Murakami, and second full-length novel of his. So, I am still quite new to his work. While I found the book to be utterly fascinating, I am certain it is far from his best work.

In the end, I do recommend this book. Even second rate Murakami is better than many writers best efforts.