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Things about Haruki Murakami you probably did not know - part 5
Haruki Murakami used to drive a Volkswagen Corrado - which was stolen during his time in Cambridge ...
... where he was neighbors with his translator Jay Rubin!
The mail slot in Murakami's office in Tokyo used to be (or is still) labelled シナモン which means Cinnamon ... ;)
Murakami got his driver's license in his late thirties.
He used to have a male cat called "Croquette"
Murakami loves eel, just like Nakata from Kafka on the Shore
His wife Yōko loves to collect antiques.
His favorite Japanese "national writers" are Sōseki and Tanizaki, followed by ("at some distance, perhaps") Akutagawa.
Haruki's favorite beer is canned Maui Brewing.
He cheers for the Yakult Swallows, Boston Red Sox and Milwaukee Brewers.
He has run a marathon each year for over thirty years and would like to continue running until he is 85.
Actually, I’m extremely dissatisfied with being who I am. It’s nothing to do with my looks or abilities or status or any of that. It simply has to do with being me. The situation strikes me as grossly unfair.
Haruki Murakami - The Kangaroo Communiqué (via murakamistuff)
People think of all kinds of things at three in the morning. We all do. That’s why we each have to figure out our own way of fighting it off.
Haruki Murakami - New York Mining Disaster (via murakamistuff)
A Wild Sheep Chase
Fukaeri, 1Q84
But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return.
Haruki Murakami - Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via murakamistuff)
I went to the kitchen and drank some tap water. Something will work out tomorrow, I thought. And if not, then tomorrow I’ll do some thinking. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on.
Haruki Murakami - A Family Affair (via murakamistuff)
You live by yourself for a stretch of time and you get to staring at different objects. Sometimes you talk to yourself. You take meals in crowded joints. You develop an intimate relationship with your used Subaru. You slowly but surely become a has-been.
Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance (via murakamistuff)
Here I am, thirty years old, and what am I doing? Washing clothes, planning dinner menus, chasing after cats.
Haruki Murakami - The Wind-Up Bird and Tuesday’s Women (via murakamistuff)
Quitting a job is not so difficult after all, I discovered. Once you make up your mind to get rid of something, there’s very little you can’t discard. No - not very little. Once you put your mind to it, there’s nothing you can’t get rid of. And once you start tossing things out, you find yourself wanting to get rid of everything. It’s as if you’d gambled away almost all of your money and decided, What the hell, I’ll bet what’s left. Too much trouble to cling to the rest.
Haruki Murakami - Man-Eating Cats (via murakamistuff)
Rice Bowl Hill Incident, Kafka on the Shore
I trudged along through each day in its turn, rarely looking up, eyes locked on the never-ending swamp that lay before me, planting my right foot, raising my left, planting my left foot, raising my right, never sure where I was, never sure I was headed in the right direction, knowing only that I had to keep moving, one step at a time.
Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood (via murakamistuff)
Is this blog over?
Nope.
ARE YOU EVER COMING BACK?
Soon. Maybe.
村上春樹
Haruki Murakami