These character driven stories feature successful men highlighting their helplessness in their seemingly normal lives. The rain drops are quite like the shower of emotions of love, betrayal, joy and pain, changing pace with the dawn of sudden sense in the light of self-realization. The moon is the lover, slowly withering away in the dark night. The book has an intriguing cover, with the waning moon made of a block of ice (reference in the story, Yesterday) floating in the night sky with rain drops pelting it. It delves into the loneliness, longing and anguish of the protagonist men who have parted with the women due to myriad tragic circumstances. The title of the book Men Without Women is pretty straightforward.
“Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let solitude, silence and loneliness soak in.” This book arrived at my doorstep with the much-awaited rains, quenching my thirst for answers quite like the rain balmed my scorched soul with its precipitation. Marked by the same wry humour that has defined his entire body of work, in this collection Murakami has crafted another contemporary classic” Here are vanishing cats and smoky bars, lonely hearts and mysterious women, baseball and the Beatles, woven together to tell stories that speak to us all. “Across seven tales, Haruki Murakami brings his powers of observation to bear on the lives of men who, in their own ways, find themselves alone. Men Without Women is a collection of seven short stories by Murakami, translated from the Japanese by Philip Gabriel and Ted Goossen. The beauty of Murakami’s writing is, once I start reading his works, there is no looking back, this book is no exception. While I am in love with the elements of curiosity and longing, his prose subtly but surely makes me revisit the memories, I have painstakingly tucked away. I have a bitter-sweet relationship with Murakami’s writing.
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