What's with the ears, Haruki?
So, I've been going through the collected works of Haruki Murakami. Why did I not read him before? How on Earth did I miss him?
Beautiful words, beautiful scenes. Here's one about the bus the protagonist takes: "...even the tiniest of screws had that proud, expectant feeling that only brand-new machinery possesses." I'm really happy for that bus :)
He is one of those autors who could scribble a shopping list and I'd enjoy it. A bit like Peter Hoeg in Smilla's sense of snow (does anyone even remember that one anymore?)
He does sound permanently stoned, but that's postmodernism for you... Now I'm on his third book, and I've realized he has a serious fascination with ears. Every now and then, a puzzling, detailed and occasionally deeply erotic description of someone's ear comes up.
What's up with that?
Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us. (Haruki Murakami)
Beautiful words, beautiful scenes. Here's one about the bus the protagonist takes: "...even the tiniest of screws had that proud, expectant feeling that only brand-new machinery possesses." I'm really happy for that bus :)
He is one of those autors who could scribble a shopping list and I'd enjoy it. A bit like Peter Hoeg in Smilla's sense of snow (does anyone even remember that one anymore?)
He does sound permanently stoned, but that's postmodernism for you... Now I'm on his third book, and I've realized he has a serious fascination with ears. Every now and then, a puzzling, detailed and occasionally deeply erotic description of someone's ear comes up.
What's up with that?
Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us. (Haruki Murakami)