1Q84 Book III

I thought that I would be opening this review with “1Q84 is the worst thing since…….”. But no, I’m not going to hammer it.

Having almost given up on reading Book 3 I finally decided to complete the Journey that had started in a coffee shop in Hong Kong a year ago and finish the trilogy.

So, what went RIGHT this time?

The characters. We no longer have a book about self obsessed prigs and we finally have an interesting character getting his own chapters all to himself.


Here we have a character that doesn’t like himself, that feels guilt for his actions and burns himself when he has moments of inner reflection. We have an ugly man that is outside the realms of normal society. A man with a once perfect past; pretty wife, kids, a dog in the back garden. Like Aomame and Tengo he has his own unique talent that defines him. He is a far more sympathetic character compared to Tengo; a man who slept with a married woman and a school girl, and Aomame; a woman who is obsessed with the size of her breasts.

But Aomame and Tengo have changed in Book III. They are people concerned with things beyond themselves. Aomame with her unborn child, Tengo with his Father and the two of them with each other!

Yes ‘1Q84′ finally gives me the story I had been wanting to read the previous 600 pages. A love story of two hearts apart yet still connected and their respective journeys towards one another.

Unfortunately the ippy dippy, fucky wucky , maza/dotha, air chrysalis bullshi*t is still in the story although it takes more of a back seat to the real story of Tengo and Aomame this time. Thankfully Fuka-Eri fuks off pretty early on in the book too and there’s only one real talky scene about the air chrysalis, maza/dotha thing (SERIOUSLY, it’s total garbage and adds fu*k all to the story).

I don’t get WHY Book III is considered the weakest of the series. It’s the least tedious, least repetitive and most captivating book of the series.
I dunno, I finally found a story to enjoy in the end. A love story that is actually touching. It’s still not perfect but it’s restored my view of Murakami.

Favorite Quote: “It’s a distance that can’t be measured.”
“Like the distance that separates one person’s heart from another’s.”
Tamaru to Aomame

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