Murakami was written to be listened to. I don’t mean in audiobook form, but in soundtrack form. Like cats, cooking, unexpected phone calls, or ears, music is something mentioned in almost every novel. Sometimes, every few pages, I find myself googleing a song and listening to it. So much is lost without this auditory experience. […]Read more "Murakami Monday: His Musical World"
Something a Murakami character would play in his lonely Tokyo apartment, sipping Cutty Sark, with a strange cat asleep at his feet: a video game inspired by the Murakami’s magical realism. An independent Canadian studio BitByterz have created a game inspired by the stories of Haruki Murakami himself. The game unites magical realism and point-and-click Memoranda tells the story […]Read more "Murakami Monday: Memoranda"
It is no secret that Haruki Murakami uses familiar patterns for readers to get lost in. It is a comfort to pick up a previously unread Murakami novel and find within it’s pages the familiar prose, the cats, the whisky, and the urban ennui. At times, Murakami’s worlds are in sync with mine, causing me […]Read more "Murakami Monday: Are you in a Murakami novel?"
Last week I missed Murakami Monday, having been on holiday my mind was off thinking about things other than routine. Back into the swing of things now, I will keep in theme(ish) with my A Series of Unfortunate Sonnets. But I won’t be writing a sonnet, instead for this Murakami Monday I have written a few […]Read more "Murakami Monday: Haruki Haiku"
For a long while now I have longed to visit Japan. A pilgrimage of sorts to the land of Murakami, to not only where he lives and breathes, but to the country where his characters fall in love, feel lonely, talk to cats, get lost, and receive unexpected phone calls. My first stop (of course) […]Read more "Murakami Monday: Kinokuniya Books"
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"