As Tsukuru Tazaki grew older from a young adult to a responsible male, one thing always haunted him, regardless of whatever he was doing. It would always stay there, like a wound that would never heal.
A review of Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Samarth Soni
Its always been like this for me, that when someone- or a group of people have decided that they want to break ties with me, then by the affirmation in their voice and the look on their faces, I can easily see there's no point in asking why, and the best thing is to only accept their decision.
Its an odd place to be, after years of a seemingly good friendship, one would just resort to trusting their decision, and one would rather put oneself in doubtful cross-hairs, searching for any wrongs done by oneself. Only to get buried deeper the more one thinks of this. No matter how successful one is, no matter how accomplished, the inside continues to be a wreck.
Murakami does an awesome job in capturing these emotions to the T. The moment I read the book, I dived into the situations of my own life. You know a book is powerful when it makes you do so. Murakami makes Tsukuru, the "colorless" one in the group of five friends, go in search of the reason for his abrupt separation, that too over a phone call. A reason for a happening that almost destroyed him.
With this book, Murakami reignites the very feeling that almost all of us have, a longing or waiting for something. Not everyone is happy in their lives and this reveals the poignant part of the book.
The book sometimes drags the little things, and the ending will require one to read it slowly, with proper concentration, in order to understand it. So, just keep your cup of cappuccino at the ready beforehand.
The best thing about this book is the fact that it might be very closely related to your life. The relatability of the book is why you must pick this one up. It will touch your heart, meddle with it, break it a little, and you'll just let it happen.
“You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them.”
Just pick the book up, will you?