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Monday, June 16, 2008

Book 5: A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami


Unpredictable. Frank. Ears. Mediocrity.*
Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep.


Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny that there is any such thing as coincidence. What's done is done is done, what's yet to be is clearly yet to be, and so on. In other words, sandwiched as we are between the "everything" that is behind us and the "zero" beyond us, ours is an ephemeral existence in which there is neither coincidence nor possibility.

People start aging early, very early, on. Gradually it spreads over their entire body like a stain that cannot be wiped away.

Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.


Synopses and reviews
Murakami's Wikipedia entry

5/5 stars. Without a doubt. And if any reader of this blog has read this book, please comment. I have one major question and a few minor ones that I am dying to ask.

*this is a theme of the book, not a comment on the quality of the novel nor the author's writing.

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Blogger elphaba said...

Is this a novel? Sounds too deep and nihilistic for summer reading.
You go, girl.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Blogger Jon S. said...

Amy Hempel? Haruki Murakami? Why do you make up author names just to hide the fact that you can't read.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Blogger "Molly McGee" said...

If you like those, you're gonna love the latest two I've come up with: Evelyn Waugh & Larry McMurtry. How do I think of these names?

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


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