One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She […]Read more "Murakami Monday: On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning"
Back when I was a young high school kid I was aimlessly wandering around Borders on Queen Street looking for something to read. Although it was not that long ago, this was before the surge of decent young adult literature, so I was in limbo, too old for kid’s books, but too young for adult […]Read more "Murakami Monday: My first"
Auckland Art Gallery is one of my favourite places. I love it’s quiet halls, the comings-and-goings of strangers, the shifting spaces and worlds. I went there last sunday, and came across this colour projection, which is a continuation of last year’s Light Show. As you walk in front of the colours, they shift and change. […]Read more "Murakami Monday: Colour"
I know it’s Tuesday, but alas. I just finished re-reading Murakami’s most famous title Norwegian Wood. The last time I read this novel I was a teenager and this experience made me realise how much my age frames reading and interpreting the words on the page. I loved Norwegian Wood when I was still in high school, and […]Read more "Murakami Monday: Re-reading Norwegian Wood"
Murakami’s beautiful website is host to a number of words, images, and sounds, allowing you to get lost for hours. One of my favourite pages of the site is The Desk of Murakami, a collection of photos and words from the author himself of where the magic happens. “The paperweight was a gift from Sonny Mehta when […]Read more "Murakami Monday: The Desk of"
“As the dawn approached, I gave up trying to sleep. I threw a cardigan over my pajamas, padded out to the kitchen, and made some coffee. I sat at the kitchen table and watched the sky grow lighter by the minute. It had been a long time since I’d seen the dawn.” The final passage […]Read more "Murakami Monday: Close reading the final pages"
I have been reading Murakami since I was a teenager, delighting in the wonderful words that were presented on the page. So, you can imagine my delight when the Auckland Writer’s Festival announced that he would be coming to New Zealand to speak. It is strange to think that Murakami would choose to come to New […]Read more "Murakami Monday: The Auckland Writers Festival"