Pu the Owl Italy

Drugs, violence and extreme sex to document an existential disease. It's all very good in the writer's intentions, but do we really need this? Other authors, like Burgess in literature, have done it before, much better and with much more insight than Murakami Ryū. I only know this book didn't shock me or move me... or anything. It just bored me to tears, to the point such a slim work felt like a neverending piece of nothingness. Graphic descriptions of waste and depravation just don't get to the point. They remain infertile attempts to grab the reader's attention. And what about the supposed philosophical subtext? Somebody - a fool in my opinion - compared it to L’Étranger, but if Murakami's book retains something of the detached approach of Camus' main character, it surely lacks any philosophical depth or analysis. In brief, if you want a pale imitation of another book, better go for the originals, and if you want to read something lighter than those, better get something entirely different, unless you have lots of time to waste in your hands.