I’ve been wrestling with my feelings about Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84 for like 6 weeks now. The first 2 parts of the 3-book novel are everything I love about Murakami: a captivating metaphysical mystery set in a half-mundane, half-wonderful dream-like world, where time doesn’t flow so much as it sits still, like a backyard koi pond, until, say, a dwarf-sized catfish climbs out, shares a koan-like anecdote, and sends the story in an bizarre new direction.
In those first 2 books, the chapters alternate between 2 main characters, Aomame and Tengo, who come to realize that the world may have surreptitiously switched tracks into a new realm where the rules are slightly different, and perhaps far more sinister. (For one thing, the world in 1Q84 has 2 moons, though not everyone seems to notice.) It’s a great set-up, despite a pantload of clunkily-written sex scenes and way too much talk of the female characters’ breasts. (Believe me, I appreciate breasts and all, but I imagine even Russ Meyer would read this book and be like, again with the breasts?!) We’re also told that Aomame and Tengo, both 30 years old, are totally in love with each other and are certain they’re destined to be together, despite the fact that they haven’t seen each other since they were 10, and they weren’t even really friends then. Sure, they feel bonded to each other because they both had parents who forced them to spend weekends going door-to-door doing things that would bore any 10 year-old kid. And they both share a fond and vivid memory of a time they held hands for a moment. But that’s about all they share.
Throughout the first 2 books I was patient and hopeful that we’d get a little something more about Tengo and Aomame’s alleged love, and why we should believe it exists and root for it to be consummated. Because individually, they’re extremely well-drawn and sympathetic characters: Aomame’s a good-hearted physical therapist and part-time assassin of rapists, while Tengo’s a good-hearted aspiring novelist who tries to illuminate the world to some significant truths. But no, even though I really cared for both characters, I only rooted for them to hook up to the extent that that’s what they wanted, and I wanted them to be happy. I couldn’t shake the sense that they’d probably get together and be disappointed.
So yeah, book 3 of 1Q84 just went splat. There’s a lot waiting in book 3, because Aomame and Tengo are both forced to hide, backed into corners by shadowy conspiratorial forces. They wait so much that Aomame actually sets out to read all of Proust’s Remembrance Of Things Past to kill weeks’ worth of time. The waiting itself didn’t bug me so much, because as usual, Murakami found numerous ways to infuse the waiting with plenty of stabbing tension. Ultimately, the big problem is that the resolution of Aomame and Tengo’s love story felt massively anti-climactic, as did the fizzly resolution of the altered-track-universe storyline.
In the 6 weeks since I finished reading 1Q84, I thought about it from time to time, wondering if there was something I missed. There had to be something that could make the disappointing third act feel more profound…like how love is stronger than fate, or something to that effect. But I could never think of anything…
…until today, when I read that we’re just now noticing that the Earth has two moons. So holy shit. Now I don’t know what to think…