While awaiting Haruki Murakami's new release in August, it's come to dawn on me that he seems to be one of those polarizing authors. You either love him or you don't. Even if a fan doesn't love one of his stories, they hold out judgement and hope for what they usually expect the next time around. A fan will relate to the joy in Incidental Comic's (oh, how I adore Grant!) Murakami Bingo:
But if you don't like Murakami, it might be because you find him too weird, or it might be because you feel like he has a bit of a formula going on, and you'll feel like the comic is a perfect illustration of why you don't like Murakami.
Murakami's new short story, Yesterday, is in this week's New Yorker. Since it's a short story, I'll hold off a full bingo game until August, but we do have a (somewhat) mysterious woman, urban ennui, and something vanishing (to Oregon, in this case). Also, other things people love/hate about Murakami: male angst, teenage confusion, references to pop culture (including the Beatles).
I was dipping in and out of the issue as time allowed and actually read a couple of paragraphs of Yesterday without seeing who wrote it, and yet I picked up on the Murakami-ness within the first couple of paragraphs.
Identity, teenage angst, nostalgia, and, of course, the girl.