This past year has taken me to new places
and my beautiful calling of literature has been replaced for tons of boring
stuff that have engaged my eyes. As I have always said, when the right moment
comes, the book that has been waiting for you calmly and in silence appears. This one happened to be in an airport. Murakami has always
enlightened me and why not Dance, dance,
dance? I decided to enter the door of multiple realities that characterized
this author and the idea that everything is connected; and time is managed as
subjective and unrealistic as possible.
“Sometimes when you stare at the phone it
gives you the feeling that it is dying to tell you something and at the same
time it hates to be shaped in the form of telephone. It seems like a pure
concept that has been issued in an awkward body. I thought then about
telephones and its wires. Those wires capable of connecting my room with
everything. With anyone. Offering endless possibilities (…) Everything is
joined in the telephone centers. No matter how advance the system is without
our willingness to speak anything can be connected (…) and that seems to
irritate the phone. Not having the possibility of being autonomous irritates
her (although the telephone is male gender, I imagine it as feminine) as pure
concept she is. It bothers her that communication was based in an unstable and
imperfect will. Too imperfect, arbitrary and passive. With one elbow on the
pillow, I stared for a while the irritated telephone. But there was no solution
to the problem. It was not my fault, I told her. Communication is like that: of
imperfect nature, arbitrary and passive. She was irritated because it was not a
pure concept. I insisted it was not my fault.”
In this novel we found a main character dancing with the
rhythm of his life, which sometimes is the only way to keep on going... and change. But while this change happens we leave behind people that were part of us. They die or disappear.
Dance,
dance, dance also criticizes modern society and its
capitalism, and it makes us wonder what makes us humans and what is separating
us for being more real. It challenges physical spaces and goes
deeply into a reality made of different levels exploring the subconscious
features of the main character’s or why not, maybe also Murakami´s.
