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April 23, 2021
Ann Levin
AP – Haruki Murakami has a new collection of stories told in the first person by an unnamed older man obsessed with baseball, music, and the porous borders between memory, reality and dreams.
He may describe himself as a “bland, run-of-the-mill guy”, as in the story
Cream about a young man’s encounter with an ageing mystic but Murakami Man is more like a walking encyclopedia who has a problem with women mainly, that he can’t seem to get past their physical appearance.
Thus, in
On a Stone Pillow, we have his memories of a melancholy poet; in
Murakami has a new collection of stories told in the first person by an unnamed older man obsessed with baseball, music, and the porous borders between
“First Person Singular,” by Haruki Murakami (Alfred A. Knopf)
Haruki Murakami has a new collection of stories told in the first person by an unnamed older man obsessed with baseball, music, and the porous borders between memory, reality and dreams.
He may describe himself as a “bland, run-of-the-mill guy,” as in the story “Cream” about a young man’s encounter with an aging mystic but Murakami Man is more like a walking encyclopedia who has a problem with women mainly, that he can’t seem to get past their physical appearance.
Thus, in “On a Stone Pillow,” we have his memories of a melancholy poet and her “shapely round breasts”; in “With the Beatles,” a first girlfriend with “small yet full lips” and a wire bra. (Both, by the way, are suicidal.) In “Carnaval,” the one story where a woman has agency, we are told over and over how ugly she is.
Haruki Murakami has a new collection of stories -
First Person Singular -told in the first person by an unnamed older man obsessed with baseball, music, and the porous borders between memory, reality and dreams.
He may describe himself as a bland, run-of-the-mill guy, ” as in the story
Cream – about a young man’s encounter with an ageing mystic – but Murakami Man is more like a walking encyclopaedia who has a problem with women – mainly, that he can’t seem to get past their physical appearance.
Thus, in
On A Stone Pillow, we have his memories of a melancholy poet and her shapely round breasts”; in