u/certainly_imperfect

Everyone hypes this book like it’s some profound masterpiece. I went in expecting something meaningful, but instead got 600 pages of philosophical word salad.

Kafka is basically a diary entry... just narrates his thoughts about “fate” and “loneliness,” and somehow stumbles into incest and ends up raping his "sister" because...uhh... “destiny"...uwu!

The women only exist to orbit Kafka’s neurosis or seduce him for “spiritual reasons”...ffs..has Murakami ever even talked to a woman in real life? How is this even popular for its philosophy? It's like a first-year Wattpad enthusiastic college student after one espresso.

Man treats every random thing like it’s the universe whispering a secret, but none of it connects or even pays off, basically, surrealism without rules.

Don't even get me started on the ending? Kafka just walks into the forest, walks back out, says “I’m home,” and the book ends.

People say if you don’t love it, you “didn’t get it.” Nah. I got it. There’s just nothing to get. It’s vague on purpose, so readers can project meaning and call it genius. Honestly, it’s not profound, just pretentious. There’s no arc. No growth. Just poetic sandwiches.

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Then there’s Nakata; okay, I've got no prob with him. Good man!