He is also entirely self-possessed, inscrutable, and often enigmatic. Certain words are totemic in his speech patterns: "Dream." "Darkness." "Kindness."
Murakami's answers never really explain anything, but they are never disappointing either. "The world is a metaphor," he says at one point, although he doesn't say what for, and I don't think he knows.
The narrators of most Murakami novels have been semi-employed, half-awake, disengaged free-thinkers in their late 20s. He has always drawn backdated inspiration from that blurry time of life, but he feels sorry for anyone going through it, including me.
Murakami once described his stories as "mysteries without solutions", which you could read as a universal metaphor for life itself. Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. Who knows if the causes are natural or supernatural? What's the difference?
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