#tazaki tsukuru

[quotespile]

We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

[artandpunishment]

certain books nailing how uncomfortable it is to be in public, but also let go of anxieties to just be a person out of your house is amazing. all ottessa moshfeg's works (aside from lapvona), the tatami galaxy novel, the hour of the star, colorless tzukuru, after dark, and anything by mieko kawakami are perfect examples of that. humanity is so beautifully demonstrated in their works. even if we were villains and the raven cycle grapple so well with drama in a way that comes across as tense and realistic.

anytime i am reading something and a certain compulsion to write, or a wave of recognition washes through me, it has to do with that emotion. in my year of rest and relaxation every time the narrator went to the bodega got me. in all the lovers of the night, when the main character lost her purse at the activity center and was walking around there drunk during the day, the main character in tatami galaxy despising ozu and going out despite the indifference he feels, is all so compelling.

i don't know how to explain this feeling. there is a vitality that it gives and it simply feels alive. nothing particularly striking occurs, but the fact that there is character voices going while they are doing something normal, and being unashamed while doing so, is painfully alive. political issues going on while they are going to get coffee or ramen or heading to class. they are uncomfortable living but it's all they can do, they can't help but live even though they are unhappy with how it's going.

That emotion and position is something i find myself in quite often. reading it in literature, in books from authors of different genders writing in different genres, with characters of ages different from my own and genders different from my own, displays how universal of a feeling this is. perhaps it is close to kant's sublime, but i don't really want to talk about kant.

[litsnaps]

[denizeyuruyen]

"Tsukuru o günleri uyurgezer gibi, hatta ölmüş olduğunun farkına henüz varamamış bir ölü gibi yaşadı. Güneş yükseldiğinde uyanıyor, dişlerini fırçalıyor, eline geçen ilk giysiyi üzerine geçiriyor, trene binip üniversiteye gidiyor, sınıfta not tutuyordu. Fırtınaya yakalanmış bir kişinin sokak lambası direğine sımsıkı sarılması gibi, gündelik rutine sarılmıştı. İşi düşmedikçe kimseyle konuşmuyor, tek başına yaşadığı apartman dairesine dönünce yere oturup duvara yaslanarak ölümü, bazen de hayatta eksik olan şeyleri düşünmeye dalıyordu. Sanki önünde ağzını kocaman açmış derin kuyunun karanlığı, yerkürenin merkezine kadar uzanıyordu. Orada görebildiği, kesif bir bulut halinde girdap oluşturan bir hiçlik, duyabildiğiyse kulak zarına basınç yapan derin bir sessizlikti."

- Haruki Murakami - Renksiz Tsukuru Tazaki'nin Hac Yılları

[alittlebitmara]

Literally me

[dailyquotes6563]

You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

[quotewordsunquote]

Still, it was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away, and disappear.

Ao, Colorless

[pageofpotential]

man, what a beautiful novel… a shame the author hates women

[cvptainbucky]

i have such a love-hate relationship with murakami i. decided to finish colorless tsukuru before bed and i did and now its 2.36am and im back at my computer snacking on bad cookies because i just cannot go to sleep after that

[quotespile]

Still, being able to feel pain was good... It's when you can't even feel pain anymore that you're in real trouble.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

[sofiaisanalien]

Book recommendations?

Mmmm let me see, I think I like many genres but I only hate romance, the typical "man×woman" romance, like Colleen Hoover books. Here are some of the books that I like:

Radio Silence, by Alice Oseman (and Solitaire even though I'm only halfway through it)

The catcher in the rye, by J.D.Salinger

Almond, by Wong-Pyung Sohn

The perks of being a wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky

The stranger, by Albert Camus

The Silent Patient, by Alex Michaelides

Literally any tale by Edgar Allan Poe

The Midnight Library, by Matt Haig

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage, by Haruki Murakami

No longer human, by Osamu Dazai

Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury

[litsnaps]

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki And His Years of Pilgrimage: A Novel

By Haruki Murakami.

Design by John Gall.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss." [from Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage :: Haruki Murakami]

[stairwaytoeast]

"As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves."

is it possible to be able to know who i am and for my essence to prevail at the same time?

[ashes-in-a-jar]

I CANT BELIEVE THAT I IMMEDIATELY RECOGNIZED THE HARUKI MURAKAMI BOOK RICHARD SUMMARIZES IN THE FIRST EPISODE OF SEASON 2