The Seventh Man

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Critical Review - The Seventh Man I really enjoyed this story, The Seventh Man, even though others in Mrs. Gilman’s classroom may not have liked the story as much as me. This story has some action, but a lot of it is more heartfelt and emotional. Action lovers might not like this story as much as I, but this essay is going to further explain the reason for my opinion. Haruki Murakami, who was at a baseball game when he was struck with the inspiration to write this short story, was born in 1949 and he made this story around the years 1978-1979. The Seventh Man is fiction and is about a man whose town was hit by a hurricane that pounded his childhood home. They waited, huddled together, until there was finally silence, but after the …show more content…

You can just tell how much he loved K. and just how much it had hurt for him, knowing you could have done something for someone, that you could have prevented being alone like this and then blaming yourself over and over again, would tear you apart. I would definitely recommend The Seventh Man to any reader who like stories that are emotional, heartwarming and sometimes slightly complex. Even if you could never even imagine what he was going through, you could still feel what he was going through, you could feel his emotion. Sometimes, the detail would really draw you in, compel you to pay attention to the little details. “I remembered having looked up at the sky like this in search of the ‘eye’ of the typhoon. And then, inside me, the axis of time gave one great heave. Forty long years collapsed like a dilapidated house, mixing old time and new time together in a single swirling mass. All sounds faded, and the light around me shuddered. I lost my balance and fell into the waves. My heart throbbed at the back of my throat, and my arms and legs lost all sensation. I lay that way for a long time, face in the water, unable to stand. But I was not afraid. No, not at all. There was no longer …show more content…

He had to fight for this, he had to fight to get to here, to get to lay in the waves that had once took something precious from him and forgive himself. The day he lost K, was the day he thought he lost all of his meaning, but deep inside The Seventh Man was still himself, the young boy who was full with love and joy, not the one filled with guilt and terror. “But even if it comes too late, I am grateful that, in the end, I was able to attain a kind of salvation, to effect some sort of recovery. Yes, grateful: I could have come to the end of my life unsaved, still screaming in the dark, afraid.” Anyone in middle could read this, but not all may like it because of how, towards the middle, it starts to slow down. This part filled me with a sort of hope, I felt proud of this man, even if he wasn’t

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