Unrequited Love: Part Two

Yuki and Narrator are driving around one day when the decide they want to see a movie. He tells Yuki that his friend stars in the movie Unrequited love, and Yuki decides that she has got to see it no matter how terrible.

When the scene comes up that features Kiki and Gotanda having sex, Yuki falls ill from experiencing one of her psychic episodes. They leave the theatre and she breaks the news.

"It's the first time that I have ever seen anything clearly like this. He strangled her, the woman in the movie. And he put the body in the car and drove a long, long way...loaded her off somewhere in that car, and buried her. That's all. But-and this is the truly strange part-the whole thing didn't seem vicious or horrible or anything. It didn't even seem like a crime. It was more like a ceremony. It was a quiet thing, between the killer and the victim. But a very strange quiet. Like it was out on the edge of the earth or something."

In this scene I finally see why Murakami connected the young girl and the middle-aged man. At first it really doesn't make any sense, and in some ways it seem pretty sick like a pedophile thing, but she was the key in unlocking what happened to Kiki. The fact that Yuki can feel energy and see into the future seems odd and not something that you would use in a murder mystery, but this is a murder mystery like no other. However, the funny thing is when you are immersed in the novel Yuki's power doesnt seem that absurd. I credit that to Murakami's genius.

This next excerpt sums up the entire novel. The absurdities mixing with reality and not knowing what is real and what is imagined.

"So another person joined the group in that most bizarre chamber of my world. Four down, two to go. Sooner or later, bleached white bones ferried to that room via some impossible architecture. Death's waiting room in downtown Honolulu, connected to the dark chill lair of the Sheep Man in a Sapporo hotel, connected to the Sunday morning bedroom where Gotanda lay with Kiki. Was I losing my mind? Rea events, under imaginary circumstances, filtering back, wild, distorted, bizarre. Was there nothing absolute? Was there no reality?"