I have read most of this novel in the garden next to a Japanese university equipped with the inevitable I-Pod that sometimes looked at me and smiled, as if to say our good eh Murakami , you're amused at you '? I smiled from time to time, even though there was nothing to smile about. The Japanese, however, listened to heavy metal, other than Miles Davis. Whether it is a great novel westernized strxxxxxx spread like wildfire just writing a little 'everywhere. I have some small experience of narrators ciaina-Thai-Japanese to realize that we are faced with the most Japanese novels Japanese-Thai-ciaina. The song Norwegian Wood could very well be replaced with Takeda komora not and would not have changed anything a.
A premise, Murakami is an informant. He knows that his readers more interested in the fire in the attic in the Latin Quarter that a revolution in Madrid, as a famous journalist once said. And so what happens inside the characters is only a vague reflection of what is happening outside, much less powerful and fruitful. Do not believe in revolutions in men but appears to be his motto. It 's my entire life.
addition Murakami, more than one informant, is the "silent spider" Flaubertian of memory. How is he able to weave boredom, hardly anyone else is capable. Why weaves a boring class in every corner of your heart and then asks for the bill as well. You are therefore forced to remove his wallet and can not wait to say good piece of shit. However, he has won.
uscirmene I could with the most classic phrases "It's not my thing ..." if I had already a few snipers ready to shoot me for having always said with some bravado: "I'm not the enemy of genres. Then I have to untangle the skein and hang some star at the beautiful nativity scene. But I'm still on the high seas and tragically not Ulysses.
I confess to being a lover of trash and splatter. A novel where he died a bit 'of people, without even a drop of blood on the floor or ceiling on him makes me very sorrowful. For rituals are shortened, but they are still bloody.
In Noruwei no mori, a difference of Hamlet, there are glints of rattling of swords or daggers, but as in Hamlet all die anyway. But here in the sense that death is not the end. No, here is a disease that poisons, like cancer. There those who have it, and who's not. And you're there in the middle, born from the existential malaise of the characters, their children. In fact, as in all great novels, the protagonists have no children. Do not leave offspring. We do not know if we meet again. Because as well P. Lotor says "if a meeting must take place will be in you." Therefore be careful to do this meeting. Since their coupling can arise yourself. And if it is true, as Pascal says, that no one dies so poor that nothing is left as an inheritance, you are also ready-fucked.
Give Peace a Chance 
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