A recent issue of The Economist has a review of Haruki Murakami’s most recently translated book to English, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (translated by Philip Gabriel). The review is not favorable. It calls the new book a “puzzling read,” a “slim new work” full of “banalities” that reads mostly “like a fitness magazine.”
One quote struck me, though. In the book, as Murakami is about to jump into the Sea of Japan during a triathlon, he thinks –
What a lame shabby being I am. I feel like everything I’ve done in life has been a total waste.
Dr. Faustus, in Christopher Marlowe’s eponymous play, asks Mephistopheles why Lucifer tempts souls to perdition. Mephistopheles first answers, “Enlarge his kingdom.” Unsatisfied, Faustus insists, ”Is that the reason why he tempts us thus?” Mephistopheles then answers in Latin, a phrase that translates essentially as, “Because misery loves company.”
There is something about knowing that whatever ill you’re going through, you are not alone. Whether devils and lost souls feel the same is unknown, pace Marlowe. But we do know that humans get comfort from having company, even when it is in misery.
Writers work alone, from conception through revision. That makes them more susceptible to feeling like no one else experiences the kind of crises of purpose and being that strike writers. Murakami’s statement, coming from the hugely successful author of twelve books translated to English, as well as every language you can name, has to offer some comfort to any writer who has ever wondered what the hell he is doing and why.
The Times reviews the book here.
See also Ten Things You Need to Know About Haruki Murakami here.
Sources: The Economist (July 26-August 1, 2008), Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus II.i, murakami.ch