Our fiction casually adjusted to accommodate the blast, even if we thought we were writing far from the blast, we were, indeed, not writing about the blast at all. The world had already been absurd, to those paying attention to the unending reported and even more unreported brutalities around the globe; perhaps the world is …
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The Colorless Murakami
Here are a few thoughts I had while reading Haruki Murakami’s current novel Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage. A book I didn’t hate, but didn’t particularly like, either. This includes hints at major plot points, so be warned if you care about spoilers. This is the first time the prose of a …
Life is not like water. Things in life don’t necessarily flow over the shortest possible route. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via larmoyante)
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself. Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante) Thank god I’m not always alone, but I recognize …
Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood. Haruki Murakami: 1Q84
Time flows in a strange way on Sundays. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
The Problem with Reading Books of Epic Proportions in Bed
During the few pages you manage to read before you get too sleepy the plot barely moves along. Happened to me the other night with John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath. When I started, the core characters stood around a car needing repair talkin’ ‘bout things. When I put the book aside they were still …
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And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what …