The doors and windows of the houses were shut, nothing was moving. There is explicit, graphic sex in the first half of this novel. If you are prudish about group sex, alternative sex, or "I put the thin fragment of glass, dripping blood, in my pocket, and ran out into the misty road. If you are prudish about group sex, alternative sex, or say sex involving a foot that will be seared into your memory for the rest of your life you should avoid this novel. The first cool thing about this novel is the fact that it was published in almost a full decade before Bret Easton Ellis came up out of his own drug induced haze to write the novel Less Than Zero.
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The doors and windows of the houses were shut, nothing was moving. There is explicit, graphic sex in the first half of this novel. If you are prudish about group sex, alternative sex, or "I put the thin fragment of glass, dripping blood, in my pocket, and ran out into the misty road.
If you are prudish about group sex, alternative sex, or say sex involving a foot that will be seared into your memory for the rest of your life you should avoid this novel. The first cool thing about this novel is the fact that it was published in almost a full decade before Bret Easton Ellis came up out of his own drug induced haze to write the novel Less Than Zero.
So finally here in I read this book and discover that if I had read this book back in I would have laughed at the feeble attempts of the "brat pack" to write "edgy" novels. I wonder did Ellis read this book before he wrote Less Than Zero? This book kicks you in the nuts and as your falling to the ground you catch a knee to the chin that stands you back up so Murakami can slug you a few more times before letting you fall into bloody heap wishing you could reach that syringe full of smack just beyond your blood dripping reach.
Our characters get into an altercation with a security guard. By the time they are done he is a mess. The blood smeared and dripping over the lower half of his face was a black mask. The veins in his forehead bulging, he tried to pull himself along by his elbows. Perhaps seized by some fresh pain, he mumbled, lay on his side, his feet trembling. His vomit-covered belly heaved up and down.
There is a lack of humanity running through this novel. The main characters are horrible to everyone including each other. Ryu, the main character and also the stand in for the author, does show some real tenderness towards his friends, but not without some sensual benefit to himself.
There is a lack of soul, not in the religious sense because that is all silly nonsense as if my life force can be bartered with , but in the lack of substance in these characters. I read a book several years ago, part of a trilogy of which only two parts have been published, by a guy named James A. In one of the two books, memory escapes me, he talks about these "soulless" creatures walking the Earth, the offspring of "Angels" and human females.
They lack a soul because they are not exactly human, but they are able to assimilate with their soul carrying brethren. They lack that important part of humanity that allows us to really care about each other.
The really scary part about accepting any of this as potentially true is that as these soulless creatures mate with other humans their offspring is also soulless. With each generation more humanity is lost.
I read Less than Zero for a second time a couple of years ago before I read Imperial Bedrooms and I thought about the Mangum concept then as well. There is something missing in these characters and of course the drug use, the promiscuous sex, random violence, alcohol induced vomiting is all an attempt to feel something, anything. The crew goes to party with some American black men from the military base that is near where they live. Ryu is sharing a description of the scene. I was completely stoned.
While we ate the fruit piled on plates and drank wine, the whole room was raped with heat. I wanted my skin peeled off. I wanted to take in the greased, shiny bodies of the black men and rock them inside me. There are cockroaches that spew different colors when crushed. There is a pet rabbitcide. There is a doctor that explains to Yoshiyama, being treated for a suicide attempt, the absolute best way to kill himself next time.
They ingest mescaline, acid, heroin, Hyminol, Nibrole, glue, marijuana, and something called a Crystal Ship. Even moments of beauty are seen with jaded eyes. At the edge of the wide grounds was a pool, and around it flowers were planted. Like the eruptions on a rotting corpse, like a serum with multiplying cancer cells, the flowers were blooming.
Against the background of a wall that rippled like white cloth, they scattered on the ground or suddenly danced up in the wind. The Other Murakami I was uncertain of this book for the first fifty pages. It is hard to adjust first impressions, but the accumulation of stark images started to impress me. You may toss this book across the room a few times hopefully not the first edition hardcover as it is becoming rather rare , but let it set for a few minutes, a few hours, or a few days and then pick it back up again.
Albastru nemărginit, aproape transparent
Nu putea fi decat o poveste de iubire, pura, curata, celesta, plasata intr-o Japonie contemporana, dar totusi intepenita in traditiile ei. In mintea mea, economia Japoniei era propulsata cu o forta incredibila de un tineret ce munceste constiincios, probabil inca dorind sa dovedeasca lumii puterea de vindecare dupa Hiroshima, o generatie tacuta si respectuoasa, care inca se descalta la intrare si intra cu talpile goale pe podelele stralucitoare. In schimb am descoperit cel mai brutal roman pe care l-am citit pana acum. Este un roman semi-autobiografic, desi, in momentul cand l-a scris, Ryu Murakami era un tanar student de doar 24 de ani. Nu este primul autor care incearca sa socheze prin urat, dar reuseste sa cucereasca doua prestigioase premii Akutagawa si Gunzo printr-un roman de nici de pagini.
Albastru nemarginit, aproape transparent
E genul de autor pe care poti sa-l strecori intr-o conversatie la fel de usor ca pe Batwing Jimmy Hoffa sau orice alta trupa cu nume scos dintr-un indie band name generator. Ryu scrie despre droguri si sex si, daca ai rezistat pana la capat la Auditia , esti deja foarte tare. Ei bine, Albastru nemarginit, aproape transparent este exact motivul pentru care eu m-as opri la Batwing Jimmy Hoffa, si as vira discutia inspre targuri vintage si bilete la Werchter. Pentru ca e o carte care nu se ridica in niciun caz la asteptarile pe care le ai dupa ce citesti Ecstasy. Nici nu are cum, Albastru nemargit a fost primul roman al lui Murakami, publicat pe vremea cand avea 24 de ani, spre deosebire de Ecstasy, publicat 17 ani mai tarziu.
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Albastru nemarginit aproape transparent, de Ryu Murakami