{"id":937,"date":"2015-06-02T22:46:16","date_gmt":"2015-06-03T02:46:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.swarthmore.edu\/pschmid1\/?p=937"},"modified":"2024-05-28T08:14:39","modified_gmt":"2024-05-28T12:14:39","slug":"on-haruki-murakamis-the-strange-library","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.swarthmore.edu\/pschmid1\/?p=937","title":{"rendered":"on Haruki Murakami’s The Strange Library"},"content":{"rendered":"

Haruki Murakami, The Strange Library<\/em>. Published 2005 but written early in his career; translated into English 2014 by Ted Goosen.<\/p>\n

This brief tale reads like an allegory of reading itself, the Library as emblematic of the world. But it feels sharply different the twentieth century\u2019s most famous allegory of reading, Borges\u2019 \u201cThe Library of Babel.\u201d Both Borges\u2019 and Murakami\u2019s fables are suffused with an unspeakable melancholy. But Borges\u2019 tale is an expansive parable about infinity\u2014and the hubris of pedantry\u2014told by a wry ancient sage. Murakami\u2019s uses a child\u2019s poiny of view to describe a descent into hell, a story not about books opening doors but about being a labyrinth that narrows and narrows your choices until you\u2019re entrapped in its inmost cell underground, forced to read in a \u201creading room\u201d presided over by a tyrant, a little old man behind a desk with \u201cblack spots dott[ing] his face like a swarm of flies.\u201d And in that room all your worse fears come true. You are a frightened boy who just wants to borrow some books and return home to the comfort of a dinner cooked by your mother. But you have a ball and chain shackled to your ankle and must sit and read in the dark<\/em>, memorizing books at the old man\u2019s command. Even worse, you learn that afterwards he will devour your brain and all its contents, including absurd information about tax collection that you\u2019ve been forced to study. Is reading really just about mind control and punishment, combining vampirism and surveillance all in one?<\/p>\n

Of course, the boy\u2019s situation is not without some wacky and whimsical moments, shafts of light that heighten the darkness. \u201cDon\u2019t you think that\u2019s awfully cruel?\u201d asks the boy, describing his situation. \u201cSpeaking from the suckee\u2019s point of view, of course.\u201d Companions also appear, a man in a sheep costume who seems like a jailor but who also wants to run away; then a girl pushing a tea-cart full of treats. She can speak only in sign language and may or may not be the sheep man in yet another disguise, or a being dreamed up by the boy in his desperation. She warns him against hard-and-fast conclusions. \u201cJust because I don\u2019t exist in the sheep man\u2019s world, it doesn\u2019t mean that I don\u2019t exist at all,\u201d she says. <\/p>\n

Which leads to the tale\u2019s second allegory of reading: \u201c \u2018I get it,\u2019 I said. \u2018Our worlds are all jumbled together\u2014your world, my world, the sheep man\u2019s world. Sometimes they overlap and sometimes they don\u2019t. That\u2019s what you mean, right?\u2019\u201d Somehow we have to try to communicate across the gaps. Reading about Ibn Armut Hasir, the author of a book with the scintillating title of The Diary of an Ottoman Tax Collector<\/em>, the boy becomes the tax collector and even experiences the world through his senses, seeing a crescent moon floating over Istanbul, hearing a distant flute, meeting his three wives. But this is a brief illusory moment of beauty, almost a kind of bait to make the boy forget imprisonment.<\/p>\n

The boy eventually plots an escape with the help of his two new friends. But the old man has anticipated their every move, a minotaur waiting murderously at the heart of the labyrinth. Here\u2019s the third allegory of reading: in reading, like dreaming, we confront our deepest fears. \u201cThat\u2019s the problem with mazes,\u201d the boy tells himself, to keep his terror at bay. In the boy\u2019s case, it\u2019s of a black dog who bit him in the past and has now apparently killed his favorite pet bird: the dog now stands before him next to the old man, anger in its green eyes.<\/p>\n

What happens next I won\u2019t give away. But it presents a fourth possibility for reading\u2014that it gives us \u201cpowerful wings\u201d after all, and through it we can discover new powers. But not without a horrible cost: when the boy wakes from his dream, the world seems greatly diminished and he can think of nothing but his losses. He\u2019s plunged back into endless darkness that seems even worse than that of the cell in which he was imprisoned. And more isolated, eternally so: \u201chow it feels to be alone, and the depth of the darkness surrounding me. Darkness as pitch black as the night of the new moon.\u201d The Library has become a nightmarish place of estrangement. The boy vows never to return. His original joy seems now completely gone, replaced by a paranoic convinction that reading is tyrannical and isolating, with the protagonist frightened and alone. That\u2019s a fifth outcome for reading that haunts the tale\u2019s ending. <\/p>\n

Or is the true Library now entirely within, its darkness and mysteries not necessarily only negative? The tale\u2019s most haunting sentence comes in its middle, from its depths: \u201cLike a blind dolphin, the night of the new moon silently drew near\u201d (opening of chapter 18).<\/p>\n

I\u2019m struck by how different Murakama\u2019s devastating little parable is from another tale about being spirited away, namely Hayao Miyazaki\u2019s famous animated film Spirited Away<\/em>. That tale also deals with parental estrangement, terror, imprisonment, labyrinthine spaces that constantly change, domineering tyrants, and constant new challenges. Yet though both possess moments of wonder and whimsy, how animated (excuse the pun) and hopeful Miyazaki\u2019s masterpiece is in comparison to The Strange Library<\/em>. Its protagonist, a young girl named Chihiro, grows up emotionally through her adventures to become a leader unafraid to confront and outwit tyrants. She makes friends easily, even with frightened little lumps of coal, and eventually each of these new friends helps her with their special powers, just like in old fairy tales. Miyazaki and Murakami share a sense of the powerful presence of spirits just under the modernist sheen and pace of contemporary Japanese life: the job of their plots is to usher us into those portals to another vision of the world. But in the end Miyazaki\u2019s is a profoundly more social and optimistic vision, one whose driving force is transformation, not abandonment. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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