Kafka on the Shore.

Tonight, C and I went to see Kafka on the Shore at the Steppenwolf. Neither of us had been there before, so it was a very new experience. The theatre was strange inside, very parking-garage like, but the show itself was mesmerizing. It was absolutely amazing and made me remember how much I loved his books. I think, very soon, I am going to start another one of his books, perhaps "After Dark" or perhaps something different. He has a new book coming out soon, and I cannot wait. There was something quietly eloquent about the whole thing.

My favorite quotation was: I wrote a book once, about lightening. I went all over Japan and interviewed people who had been struck by lightening. The interviews were very interesting. A small publisher distributed it, but it didn't do very well. It didn't have a conclusion and people like endings. I myself, didn't mind it.

It was fantastic, really. C liked it too, even though he didn't really know too much about what was going on. But then again, with the avant garde I guess you're not supposed to (at least according to the show itself.) The stage was all painted blue and the music choices (just like in the Brothers K) were perfect. Kafka, the child, was fantastic (even though he wasn't really 15.) Overall great.

Birthday tomorrow; I don't think I feel my age...