A short, sleek novel of encounters set in the witching hours of Tokyo between midnight and dawn, and every bit as gripping as Haruki Murakami’s masterworks The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and Kafka on the Shore.At its center are two sisters: Yuri, a ...
ter are two sisters: Yuri, a fashion model sleeping her way into oblivion; and Mari, a young student soon led from solitary reading at an anonymous Denny’s into lives radically alien to her own: those of a jazz trombonist who claims they’ve met before; a burly female “love hotel” manager and her maidstaff; and a Chinese prostitute savagely brutalized by a businessman. These “night people” are haunted by secrets and needs that draw them together more powerfully than the differing circumstances that might keep them apart, and it soon becomes clear that Yuri’s slumber–mysteriously tied to the businessman plagued by the mark of his crime – will either restore or annihilate her.
After Dark moves from mesmerizing drama to metaphysical speculation, interweaving time and space as well as memory and perspective into a seamless exploration of human agency – the interplay between self-expression and understanding, between the power of observation and the scope of compassion and love. Murakami’s trademark humor, psychological insight, and grasp of spirit and morality are here distilled with an extraordinary, harmonious mastery.
“Eyes mark the shape of the city. Through the eyes of a high-flying night bird, we take in the scene from midair. In our broad sweep, the city looks like a single gigantic creature–or more, like a single collective entity created by many intertwining organisms. Countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells, sending out new data and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old, sending out new contradictions and collecting the old. To the rhythm of its pulsing, all parts of the body flicker and flare up and squirm. Midnight is approaching, and while the peak of activity has indeed passed, the basal metabolism that maintains life continues undiminished, producing the basso continuo of the city’s moan, a monotonous sound that neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with foreboding.” —from After Dark
I still don't know how to place Murakami. Similar to what I sensed with Kafka on the Shore I reckon that the final is not worth as the rest of the novel. The beginning is in fact very promising and the events develop in a very interesting manner.
..." However the very last pages don't make much sense to me. It may be that I haven't understood it but usually I am anyway able to give some kind of interpretation. This time I'm a bit puzzled. There are also some details which leave as many doors open (e.g. the mobile abandoned in the shop). It's difficult to mark this book. It should be four, averaged with two due to the final. Let's say three upon trust but need to read another Murakami's to clear my mind up about him.Continua...Nascondi
“After Dark”. Come la canzone “Five spot after dark”, come la luce che arriva dopo il buio, come l’alba dopo una lunga notte nel centro di Tokyo. Cosa hanno in comune un giovane musicista, la manager di un love hotel, un esperto
..." informatico un po’ perverso, una prostituta cinese ed una ragazza che vegeta nel suo letto? La lunga notte nel centro di Tokyo. Il romanzo narra il passare delle ore (dalla mezzanotte alle sette), seguendo la giovane Mari, studentessa diciannovenne, appassionata del cinese, solitaria e silenziosa, che per sfuggire a quel che non comprende della sua vita (la lunga “notte” della sorella ventunenne, bellissima e talentuosa, che d’un tratto ha deciso di dormire e non si risveglia da mesi), decide di attendere l’alba vagando per Tokyo. Con una serie di micro-storie che si incrociano, Murakami ci porta nella città “aliena”, dove la notte sembra non esserci mai davvero. Ma nel grande caos di volti e destini, sopravvivono ancora dei valori e dei sentimenti. Emozioni e solidarietà che porteranno la giovane Mari a ritrovare quello di se stessa che per un attimo aveva perso.Continua...Nascondi