Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it’s time to drink. Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Friday, July 18, 2014
It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story. Kafka on the Shore
Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Aomame pressed an ear against his chest. “I’ve been lonely for so long. And I’ve been hurt so deeply. If only I could have met you again a long time ago, then I wouldn’t have had to take all these detours to get here.”

Tengo shook his head. “I don’t think so. This way is just fine. This is exactly the right time. For both of us.”

Aomame started to cry. The tears she had been holding back spilled down her cheeks and there was nothing she could do to stop them. Large teardrops fell audibly onto the sheets like rain. With Tengo buried deep inside her, she trembled slightly as she went on crying. Tengo put his arms around her and held her. He would be holding her close from now on, a thought that made him happier than he could imagine.

"We needed that much time," Tengo said, "to understand how lonely we really were."

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Sumire especially liked this part: 

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.

"Don’t you just love it?" she said. "Every day you stand on top of a mountain, make a three-hundred-sixty-degree sweep, checking to see if they’re any fires. And that’s it. You’re done for the day. The rest of the time you can read, write, whatever you want. At night scruffy bears hang around your cabin. That’s the life! Compared with that, studying literature in college is like chomping down on the bitter end of a cucumber."

"OK," I said, "but someday you’ll have to come down off the mountain." As usual, my practical, humdrum opinions didn’t faze her. 

Sumire wanted to be like a character in a Kerouac novel — wild, cool, dissolute. She’d stand around, hands shoved deep in her coat pockets, her hair an uncombed mess, staring vacantly at the sky through her black plastic-frame Dizzy Gillespie glasses, which she wore despite her twenty-twenty vision. She was invariably decked out in an oversize herringbone coat from a secondhand store and a pair of rough work boots. If she’d been able to grow a beard, I’m sure she would have. 

Thursday, November 8, 2012


Passing through Cat Town.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Murakami Archetypes.

1. The Loner

Typically the male protagonist, a recluse who prefers the solitude and labyrinth of his own thoughts. Employed as a teacher at a cram school. Detached from family, has few, if any, close friends, but still attracts the attention of curious women. Often involved in an affair with a married, much older woman, who he does not love, but simply continues the relationship as a means to satisfy his sexual needs.

Bonus: An obsession with ears.

2. The Older Woman

Despite the years, she continues to carry herself with elegance and grace. Like fine wine, she has aged wonderfully, maintaining her youthful figure and beauty. An integral supporting character, she is of high social standing and influence, yet cultured, with refined tastes in fashion, food, wine and music.

Bonus: Uses her wealth to fund travel expenses, fancy dinners, and other extravagant living expenses for the characters, solving any potential logistical plot holes.

3. The Mysterious Girl

The (or a, possible) love interest, who is thrown suddenly (or back) into the loner, male protagonist’s life, totally shaking his world. She is attractive in her own way, with a distinct, quirky personality or unique history that makes her stand out. She takes interest in literature and loves to read. May be borderline crazy.

Bonus: Gets sucked into a parallel universe.

4. Cats

Cats, cats, and more CATS. They are everywhere.

TBC…