Wind-Up Bird Book Review and Running thoughts

In this place I just left and arrived simulatenously. The strangest thing. I saw myself come in through the front door while I was walking away from the counter. Another time, at a cafe, I was paying for my mocha drink and spilled a little on the book I was reading, page 343. The next day on my lunch break I went to get a drink and there on page 343 was a brown stain. 'Huh', I think I mumbled. 'What's going on with this time delay thing?', I said to myself, in my mind. The page was about how annoying those bike's are that ride around without muffler's, the real loud one's that demand you listen to them when they roar bye....they're so ridiculous and over the top. Sure I can understand maybe getting something out of the physical vibration from them riding - I assume that's why they ride those things? - but ride those on your own time, people are trying to concentrate here.

I had a dream I was at a beach, sitting down in a lazy chair reading. (picture here) The ocean foam kissing my feet periodically, languidly hobnobbing. (picture here) Receding....reacquainting....going back....'how you been? Kind of like a perfect relationship. Who needs attachment? (picture here) 'Not I' said the writer writing away, or did they not even acknowledge the question?
'Yeah, I don't think they even said anything?'
'Must be deep in thought?'
'Must be? So you wanna go kick over bike's?'


This book I'm reading, actually just finished, called 'The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle' by Haruki Murakami was one of the most enjoyable book's I've ever read, and the longest coming in at just over 600 pages. I gave myself two weeks to read it and that's how long it took me. I've never read anything that long so for me it's kind of an accomplishment. Shut up all those who've read 1,000 page epic's over a night, I have nothing to say to you accept 'go read'. It read more like a book half that size, I guess because of how it was written? The author describes very well little details, sensorally, so it encapsulates you in the world being created. This really allows my mind to forget about time and just melt into the words unfolding a scene, a story, before me, leading me through its labrynth. The character's were easily identifiable too. I mean easy to picture their personality as if you knew them personally, conversing with them.

The main thing I'm taking from it is a concept that suggest's, (although is never blatantly brought up in the book), that 'dream' (timeless) reality affects waking, sequential time reality. To the extent that things happening in the dream time can manifest into the waking time. And this is something that meander's around and through the novel constantly, at times purposefully alienating the reader from differentiating what is actually 'reality'. Surely I've felt this before? Do I have to ask myself? Who am I asking? Our main character seems to exist in a world where nothing much happens and he slowly begins meeting strange people who play roles in his life. These character's interweave from his dream life to his waking life and swirl back again. The order of things gets jumbled and it becomes increasingly difficult to decipher what happened when. Things inexplicably occur. He seems to be following a story he has no control over. He seems to know little and you are him while reading he novel.
Juicy like watermelon on a parched summer day this one is.