As you probably know if you have been following this blog for a while, I usually do not currently read short stories. But of course, there are always exceptions to “the rule”. And with Murakami, my favorite Japanese author, exceptions are allowed. So I did request Men Without Women, his latest book, as soon as my library had it on order, and I managed to receive it on its release date. Thank you public libraries!
I knew it was a collection of short stories, but there was no way I would skip a new book by him.
Anyway what I really enjoy in Murakami is his style, it’s no problem if I read hundreds of pages without any plot. That works well for short stories. So I dived into it without reading any other review, and I loved it.
There’s some type of controversy going on, because he gave to its collection a title used by Hemingway. I have to say, I don’t really care about that issue. It’s actually a good title to cover the main theme recurrent to the seven stories: how men are doing when they find themselves without women, for one reason or another.
If you have read other books by Murakami, you will recognize his style of writing, so flowing and yet at the same time so attentive to details; a lot of loneliness, cats, and the love of jazz, among other things.
My favorite story was without hesitation the one before last, entitled Samsa in Love. It is also the most surreal. You remember of course Gregor Samsa in Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. Well, his story is reversed here: when he wakes up, he finds himself transformed from insect to human, and has to get used to this new and strange body. So good!