The Rat had a passage about his weakness that I really liked:
I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas--if I like these things, why should I apologize. The same with having a beer with you...
What sadness. The weakness of youth that will never return. The friendships never to be found again, the loves that could never be traced back and the names never remembered. The novel is structurally strikingly similar to The Long Goodbye, which I thought was just such a masterpiece because of its refrain and cynicism. Murakami takes that which him and adds a line of the surreal, which I can't be sure worked in his favor. But maybe Marlowe could have used a little bit of The Rat's acceptance, admitting his emotions rather than sequestering them. If Terry Lennox was so important to him that he would withstand jail, why doesn't he just tell him? And he must say something like, "So long, amigo. I won't say goodbye. I said it to you when it meant something. I said it when it was sad and lonely and final."
--Bruce Zhou
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