“In the midst of life, everything revolved around death”

It took me an entire year to read, but as I flipped the last page of ‘Norwegian Wood’, the overwhelming feeling wasn’t one of achievement but strangely one of loss – I wouldn’t get to be a discreet observer of Watanabe’s world anymore. A feeling of responsibility came over me– to somehow walk over to that phone booth and tell him it was all going to be ok; the way he did for Naoko, for Midori’s father, for Hatsumi; to relieve him atleast a little bit of all that burden he had been carrying at 20 years of age, without … Continue reading “In the midst of life, everything revolved around death”