Wifey on the shore

Wifey can’t finish Murakami. She has become too much of a home-bird. But I loved Kafka on the shore. Mother-love, sister-love, murdering dad, bonding with old dames, befriending homos. Kafka is as subversive as they come. Yet, it’s as if such is natural. The journey of a troubled boy, through space and mind, opens doors that have remained closed through civilisations. Subversion is not a bad distraction. Wifey might disagree.