There are many reasons why Murakami’s novels and short stories are so comforting for me to read. As a writer, I love his narrative style and metaphysical concepts. As an artist, I love his surreal plots and music references, from classic rock to jazz to classical. As a foodie, I love that he includes such thorough descriptions of food, kind of like they are characters in themselves.
But as a quiet and quite-average person, I guess I’m also just really appreciative of the fact that he allows his most normal, average, ordinary human beings to be the protagonists of his stories. They can be apathetic as hell, lacking in friends, perhaps dull in personality, but they are still the main characters and narrators. They are still special enough, despite their apparent overwhelming ordinariness, to deserve their own little spotlight and voice. That’s kind of comforting.
We all view ourselves in comparison to the best features of those around us, but in reality we’ve all got a little something that makes us us.