Murakami Madness

Anyone in the New York area should make it a priority to see the Murakami show, which runs through July 13 at the Brooklyn Museum. It is a mad delusion to believe that words can sufficiently capture what took fantastic explosions of color and shape to get across. Nevertheless, here are some phrases that come to mind:exuberant naiveteWilly Wonkaadorable pornographyproduct placementedible landscapeAs a writer, I should probably try to string those phrases together into an actual review, or, at the very least, a description of the show, but I'm not up to it. I just turned in the first draft of my sequel to Cycler, inventively entitled Cycler 2, so I am still in recovery mode. Note to those considering careers in fiction: think twice.The good news is that the Murakami show is very much an installation experience. One does not merely look at Murakami's pieces but rather enters into them. And, in fact, this fantastic landscape of candy-colored, anime-infused future-porn was just the nourishment I needed to begin to appreciate being alive again.Check it.