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I'd say, where "hentai" means someone who likes "strange" perverted sex, "sukebe" is a more innocent term for someone who's really enjoys sex.
It just means someone who's into sex and who enjoys it a lot and wants it many i think. So almost everyone!
Not sure though.
I'd say in norwegian wood is displays because he describes a lot of sex scenes that sounds like an old man's fantasies, and there is a highly sexed female character called Midori who confesses to the main character that she loves blowjobs and sometimes goes to the sex cinema.
Ms. Alice,
Thanks for the explanation. Hmm, I know a tiny bit about old man's fantasies, however I don't see it the same as you. My reading sees more of a young man's fantasy. The twenty year old Watanabe is rather naive when it comes to sex, while his buddy, Nagasawa is detached and jaded. The women are a bit subservient sexually, except Midori, at times. What I admire, in that respect, is the underlying message that sex is normal rather than something to be ashamed of. It's just part of life, for some more, others less.
Murakami's tale mirrors the rapid changes Japan was undergoing at the time, questioning both the status quo and those opposing the status quo.
I enjoy Murakami's prose and its window into the soul. I'm on page 177 of his Kafka on the Shore. At this point I'm a bit confused. Yet, the man has massive power in his descriptions. For example:
A dark, omnipresent pool of water. It was probably always there, hidden away somewhere. But when the time comes it silently rushes out, chilling every cell in your body. You drown in that cruel flood, gasping for breath. You cling to a vent near the ceiling, struggling, but the air you manage to breathe is dry and burns your throat. Water and thirst, cold and heat--these supposedly opposite elements combine to assault you.
The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in--and it doesn't have to be very big--is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence. You look for silence, but guess what?
All you hear over and over and over is the voice of this omen. And sometimes this prophetic voice pushes a secret switch hidden deep inside your brain. Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water.
And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.