Review on: After Dark by Haruki Murakami
Like majority of Murakami’s books that I’ve read so far, After Dark follows a sort of pattern where the beginning pages/chapters seem realistic and normal, something you’d see happen in every day life. Then, it is followed by something mysterious and otherworldly, with a plot that becomes all too unrealistic or seemingly impossible. Murakami always has that tone in the way he writes (which by the way, his translator excellently writes into English) that feels as if everything is surreal, the way he uses words and describes people and situations. It’s not just text in a book; it captures the reader and makes them feel as if they’re seeing or experiencing it from a different plane of reality. In fact, a few chapters or segments in After Dark explain that feeling so very well – you see things happen as if you are a part of it, yet you are just part of an audience watching someone else’s story unfold, and how you feel or see things in no way may or can affect how the character’s perceive their own reality.