from murakami

I keep a little notebook for quotes that I come across when I’m reading, that strike a chord with me. And I’m glad that I do. Especially when I come across quotes like this one from Murakami. When a translation is this good in English, I wonder what I’m missing out on – because it must be so special in its original form.

From What I Talk About When I Talk About Running:

“… one of the privileges given to those who’ve avoided dying young is the blessed right to grow old. The honour of physical decline is waiting…”

all good things must come to an end… and a wee announcement

They say that all good things must come to an end and, although I don’t disagree with the saying (after all, all things come to an end don’t they, so why should good things be any different?), I don’t love it. In fact, I don’t even like it. So, when the best book I’ve read in a long time came to an end a few days ago I was less than impressed and have been left nursing a horrible emptiness. Yes, I know, I probably should have realised at page 931 of 932 that the book was nearing its conclusion, and I probably did have a bit of an inkling (!), but it still didn’t prepare me for the  post biblio-tic stress that I’ve been experiencing. Night sweats (I’ve been falling asleep in front of the heater now that I don’t have a thrilling read), heart palpitations (what to read next?!?), flashbacks – I’ve experienced it all – and all because of a book. I shouldn’t say a book because it isn’t just any book that I’m talking about. It’s Murakami’s latest “doorstop” of a masterpiece (it really has been described as a doorstop and probably fairly so – it’s big) 1Q84 (pronounced “nineteen eighty four”). Continue reading

it’s time to go shopping!

It’s the first of the month and that means… time to go book shopping! This month’s review is of Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore which means that you can go into The Book Grocer Northcote and pick it up for only $10!

Hope you enjoy the review (and book) xx

Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami

Words without letters.

Standing in the shadows of the door…

The drowning girl’s fingers

Search for the entrance stone …

Outside the window there are soldiers,

Steeling themselves to die …

And so plays out the symphony of Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. His language beautifully bare; his story, however, labyrinthine in meaning. This novel takes its reader on multiple journeys through time and space, music and philosophy, history and literature. Each page sounds beautifully with Murakami’s wisdom and skill in this tale of love found and lost that spans timeless decades, punctuated by memories alone. Continue reading

hear ye, hear ye…

image by nataliej

Hear ye, hear ye! My friends at The Book Grocer in Northcote and I have put our heads together to bring you guys something a lil spesh every month (thanks Jess!). Once a month I’ll review one of my favourite books from the store and you’ll be able to wander on over (or hop online) and pick it up at a pretty smashing price! Peachy… I know.

This month it’s one from a master of the modern novel: Kafka on the Shore by Murakami. As a rather large Murakami fan (yes, self pronounced), I can’t wait to get my teeth stuck into this one.

Watch this space…

have a cuppa with Capote

I only recently discovered The Paris Review Interviews while working at a bookstore. Like anyone who has worked at a bookstore knows, most of your time ‘working’ is spent plodding along aimlessly whilst at the same time trying to maintain a relatively vertical position (as opposed to a horizontal one on the plush bookstore couch) so as to give the illusion of busyness to potential – seldom actual – customers. I thank the literary gods for this ‘work’ now as it was my key into the most intimate of relationships with some of my most adored and admired authors. Today, I thought I’d share snippets of those relationships with you…

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