Right, I've been promising myself for a while that I'd do a little messy review of this when I got a minute, so here it is.Never in recent memory have I been so glad to see the end of a book.That's not to say, 1Q84 is a godawful book by any means. Somewhere in amongst the pages of Murakami's epic there is a rather intriguing story demanding to be told. The problem is that it's buried under a ridiculous amount of unnecessary descriptions of breasts, lesbian fantasies and repetitive monologues - not to mention unmoving declarations of unrequited love nearly every five pages. If I'm perfectly honest this book made me wonder if I'd still enjoy his earlier works. I read his older books quite a few years ago and I honestly don't know that I'd enjoy them if I ever decided to revisit them. Part of me wants to believe that something was horribly lost in translation here. The main protagonists were uninvolving and unsympathetic. In fact, they felt more like plot points rather than real people, it felt like Murakami was more interesting in telling us about the characters than showing us the characters and their journey.To be honest I felt overly generous giving awarding this book two stars, but to be fair, there was some mildly interesting stuff in there.I've heard that there's going to be another part to this. Although, I'm not sure how true it is, I can safely say I'll be avoiding it like the bubonic plague if it does come to pass.Unless, of course, Murakami gets a proper editor, I suppose.
