Saturday, January 12, 2008




Haruki Murakami, “What I talk when I talk about running”:
I bought this book issued last fall and it took 3 days for me to finish it in the commuting train. I am never a serious book-reader but somehow keep reading Murakami’s novels nearly 30 years since his first book“Hear the Wind Sing”. His obscure and inert expression is unique which is far remote from my own character, but I can absorb such mentality quite naturally. It may well be because I belong to the same age group. For me placed on the top among his works are “Wild Sheep Chase” and “Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” enchanted with his story-telling talent of a metaphysical fable, and in parallel his short stories and travel essays were very charming.

As a runner or athlete, Haruki Murakami’s physical ability is outstanding to such mediocres as myself although he keeps explaining humbly about himself in the book. Starting this year, very far behind him but I will conciously stretch and exercise using “Tarzan” magazine as my reference (bought at the same time with Murakami’s novel).
And by the way, Happy Birthday, Haruki!

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