Murakami=Gehry? Say It Ain't So!

I've been reading like a MAD woman these past weeks because for once I have time and my daily two+ hours of commuting provides the perfect time to. Surely there were a few books that were life changing but this needed to be posted because reading Haruki Murakami's latest, What I Think About When I Think About Running made me so so so sad.

And not in the typical 'oh my god I think I'm going through another existential crisis thank god someone understands me in this world' type of sad that I'm usually thrown into after reading one of his books. Mostly a 'wow I've been duped' sad. Why you ask? Murakami seems like an arrogant Gehry-esque toolbag that likes to talk about how modest and innovative he is!

Surely arrogance never hindered someone from being a successful writer, architect, or musician (I'm looking at you Amadeus, Chris Martin, Gehry, KANYE WEST), but I'd like to imagine one of my favorite writer being a feeble dreamy man that's shy, intelligent, and likes to listen.

Summary: I'm better than everyone else. I conquer things better and more frequently than anyone else. I'm great at running. I'm great at writing. Everyone loves me.

Damn you Murakami! Way to crush my dreams of the mysterious warm-hearted man that peers at me from the jacket cover of many a books.