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Outside looking in
Author in Focus
Garbage Dissect Our Modern Age

Break on through
The elusive Murakami

The Postmodern in Murakamis Novels
Terrorism before WTC
Japanese writer probes souls dark kingdom
Big in Japan
The healer
Murakami shares his thougts with students
A Japanese Novelist in Search of Lost Ideals
Inner space
Haruki Murakami does Seattle
Overview of the hard-boiled fiction of hm
The other Speech
dancing as fast as he can
Tokyo Prose
A Voice from Postmodern Japan
The American Scene
Hi Mr Haruki Murakami
The Return from the Lost world
Presents from the dead

Siu Kwok-wah
Hi Mr. Haruki Murakami!


... And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their
thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier.
Without a word, they passed each other, disapperaing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don't you think?

On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl on Beautiful April Morning



Want to write something about Mr. Haruki Murakami.

Thinking of Haruki Murakami, I always remember when I just finished The Noweygian Wood the first time, that is, when I finished reading Haruki Murakami's novel the first time. I gave out a long breath. My whole body relaxed. At last I had reached the finale. Yet touches of sorrow began to float in my mind.


Later, when I finished Dance Dance Dance, The Wild Sheep Chase, or even South Of The Border & West Of The Sun, I gave out a deep breath all the same. As before, my body relaxed and filled with sorrow. Nothing has really gone wrong. Finales are finales. They should at least be regarded as complete. Watanabe has still got Midori, whereas "I" in Dance Dance Dance finally chooses to live with Miss Yumiyoshi. I suddenly felt sad about that. I didn't know why.



Perhaps that is how every reader felt toward the novels by Haruki Murakami.


For me, reading murakami's novels is rather like the cycle of love experience - a love doomed to failure. At the beginning, we feel the passion for his novels. Reaching the middle we get crazy as drunk, even want to stay on reading forever. By the end, sadness creeps in, since we're made aware that this love, or the novel, must have its finale. But we still brave the ending, since we are too curious what's going to happen at the end. At the same time, we know too well that separation is at hand.

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