Don’t let appearances fool you. Sometimes, people turn their attention towards you with something else in mind. There are always some changed facts, some crossed floors. But if this is what you want to do, then do it. You have chosen a profession requiring specialized techniques and training. Does this mean we’re going pretty far from the city? I do not know. But speak quietly, so as not to wake the butterfly. I am sure that you will enjoy meeting new people in new places, with new scenery and new rules. We are on the brink of a real revolution with real bloodshed. The human body is itself a temple, and in thy kingdom come a victim is born. You will write things that most readers have never seen before. Hold your pen firmly, like attaching an anchor to a balloon. Now, I am glad you liked it. Whether we are happy or unhappy, we both agree that there is no longer any place for a big brother. We speak to each other like women sharing a secret. The poor Gilyaks, no matter how far away I try to go, will feed on the few morsels. They do not know that time could take on deformed shapes as it moved ahead. This is just the beginning of something, I suppose. So what’s the point of its being a world that isn’t there?
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You have beautiful legs”, Tengo said.
“You like them?”
“You bet.”
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I can think what I want as many times I want. This could be the 72,001st time, but what’s wrong with that? As long as I am alive, I can think what I want, when I want, any way I want, as much as I want, and nobody can tell me any different.
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there is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person’s heart
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THE POOR GILYAKS
They have no courts, and they do not know the meaning of “justice”. How hard it is for them to understand us may be seen merely from the fact that up till the present day they still do not fully understand the purpose of roads. Even where a road has already been laid, they will still journey through the taiga. One often sees them, their families and their dogs, picking their way in Indian file across a quagmire right by the roadway.
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Posted on November 4, 2011 via Haruki Murakami. with 16 notes
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1Q84
Escape Route
Posted on November 3, 2011 with 58 notes
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like a flock of birds swooping through an open window
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The clock is ticking as we speak. Time rushes past. Opportunities are lost right and left.
1Q84 (via harukimurakami)Posted on October 23, 2011 via Haruki Murakami with 234 notes
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1Q84
A NovelHaruki Murakami, translated from the Japanese by Jay Rubin and Philip Gabriel Alfred A. Knopf: 926 pp., $30.50
Here’s an unorthodox suggestion: Try to read Haruki Murakami’s “1Q84” in as close to a single sitting as you can. It won’t be easy — the novel clocks in at 926 pages and is often densely allusive, if readable throughout. Still, there’s something about the book that requires the deep immersion, the otherworldly sense of connection/disconnection, that only an extended plunge allows. You want to get up from these pages feeling groggy, as if you’ve been wrenched out of everyday experience, drawn into a landscape where the boundary between reality and imagination has been rendered moot.
Posted on October 20, 2011 with 18 notes
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Town of Cats
by Haruki Murakami September 5, 2011
1Q84 excepted in the New YorkerBy the time the sun comes up, the cats are gone, and the town is deserted again. The young man climbs down, picks one of the hotel beds for himself, and goes to sleep. When he gets hungry, he eats some bread and fish that have been left in the hotel kitchen. When darkness approaches, he hides in the bell tower again and observes the cats’ activities until dawn. Trains stop at the station before noon and in the late afternoon. No passengers alight, and no one boards, either. Still, the trains stop at the station for exactly one minute, then pull out again. He could take one of these trains and leave the creepy cat town behind. But he doesn’t. Being young, he has a lively curiosity and is ready for adventure. He wants to see more of this strange spectacle. If possible, he wants to find out when and how this place became a town of cats.
On his third night, a hubbub breaks out in the square below the bell tower. “Hey, do you smell something human?” one of the cats says. “Now that you mention it, I thought there was a funny smell the past few days,” another chimes in, twitching his nose. “Me, too,” yet another cat says. “That’s weird. There shouldn’t be any humans here,” someone adds. “No, of course not. There’s no way a human could get into this town of cats.” “But that smell is definitely here.”
The cats form groups and begin to search the town like bands of vigilantes. It takes them very little time to discover that the bell tower is the source of the smell. The young man hears their soft paws padding up the stairs. That’s it, they’ve got me! he thinks. His smell seems to have roused the cats to anger. Humans are not supposed to set foot in this town. The cats have big, sharp claws and white fangs. He has no idea what terrible fate awaits him if he is discovered, but he is sure that they will not let him leave the town alive.
Three cats climb to the top of the bell tower and sniff the air. “Strange,” one cat says, twitching his whiskers, “I smell a human, but there’s no one here.”
“It is strange,” a second cat says. “But there really isn’t anyone here. Let’s go and look somewhere else.”
The cats cock their heads, puzzled, then retreat down the stairs. The young man hears their footsteps fading into the dark of night. He breathes a sigh of relief, but he doesn’t understand what just happened. There was no way they could have missed him. But for some reason they didn’t see him. In any case, he decides that when morning comes he will go to the station and take the train out of this town. His luck can’t last forever.
Posted on August 29, 2011 with 5 notes
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“By using a semi-transparent vellum for the jacket, and printing the woman’s image in a positive/negative scheme with the title on the outside layer and the rest of her on the binding, once the jacket is wrapped around the book it ‘completes’ the picture of her face. But something odd is definitely going on, and before the reader even reads a word, he or she is forced to consider the idea of someone going from one plane of existence to another.” (via Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84 Cover Revealed By Chip Kidd - GalleyCat)
