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国境の南、太陽の西 Kokkyō no minami taiyō no nishiيعد هاروكي موراكامي أشهر الروائيين اليابانيين المعاصرين، وتتصدر رواياته قوائم الروايات الأكثر منيعا، وتترجمها وتنشرها كبريات دور النشر في العالميكتب هاروكي موراكامي بلغة حديثة وبسيطة، فيكش? Whatever Murakami book I am reading I find myself stepping back into the same world as before with all of the same characters and themes of wells and transience and strangely poignant details like gold lighters and classical music records and the myriad spaghetti dinners the mundane details of everyday life spun into a dreamy tapestry The fact that every Murakami book I read seems to feel the same is a good thing in this author's case His tone is something uite distinct Every time I read him I feel I'm wrapping myself in a wispy cocoon of emotions and floating once again in that wistful introspection melancholy disassociation Nothing is permanent Murakami captures Mono no aware amid the frenetic modern day Tokyo His world is surreal and yet also emotionally filling a perfectly imperceptible blend of fantasy and the real The voice of the narrator is always the same delving with an endearing compelling introspection into the deep well of his psyche and always doing so amid a rising urgency; in a race against time and the dissolution of the form of things; in a race against some phantom clock whose measure only the most sensitive can grasp and whose ticking threatens that all might be swept away with the next gust of wind The sense of time in these novels is always strangely skewed we are following a character for some time in a day to day mode wherein a particular depth of thought suddenly holds us in mid air and suddenly we are jumping fifteen years only to find the characters still dwelling in the past as though it were yesterday Murakami achieves illusory momentums that give way to long bouts of ruminating stillness Finishing the novel is like waking from a dream where you've justyes you've just learned something

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إلى العالم الذي نعيشه اليوم فهي قريبة منا كما لو أننا نعيش مع أبطالها وتمتلك جاذبية الرواية والقص الممتع تدخل في عالمها فلا تستطيع أن تتركها جانباً تنتهي من قراءتها وتبقى حكاياتهاعالقة في الذه This book is the literary euivalent of cloud paintings I’m not talking John Constable’s clouds which are dense with specificity from a keen and earthy eye; but rather New Agey cloud paintings which are designed to be innocuous and calming to not stimulate the eye to induce a meditative state and readjust the spirit and turn one away from the tangible So South of the Border West of the Sun is not all bad – it does satisfy all the above criteria for New Agey cloud paintings – and I have no beefs with calmness and spirit clarifying but that’s not typically why I turn to art whether it be paintings or literature I typically turn to art to be engaged with the materials of that art Of course I’m also interested in the overall effect of those materials in the work of art per se that unuantifiable essence of what has been accomplished; but I like this essence to be composed of tangible things things I can chew on and wrestle with things I can be viscerally engaged with This book is all essence and forced me to readjust my reading habits I had to actually remove my focus from the words themselves and to let them pass intact – like cloudy kidney stones painlessly through my urethra – through my reading eyes and brain and straight into my conceptualizing mind where they formed something uite small for a novel of over 200 pages The essence of this book is that “All things with form can vanish at any moment but emotion abides” an admirable enough concept that I wholeheartedly accept; but is that why I read to ingest thousands of words that instantly vaporize in my mind leaving a paltry residue such as that? Zen koans can perform that feat in ten words or less Again I turn to art to be engaged with the materials of that artIn his essay on marathon running Murakami refers to himself as boring and now I'm inclined to believe him The protagonist of this book is clearly a stand in for Murakami and is numbingly dull He’s a “successful” family man who likes jazz and to have his balls licked not much of a Curriculum Vitae that so it’s augmented with a fixation on a girl he was friends with when he was 12 Granted this is the “meat” or rather tofu of the plot and is sweet and somewhat moving as it morphs through the vicissitudes of his life though some of its impact was lost on me because now I don’t uite believe Murakami I don’t believe he’s in touch with an inner purity aglow with a spiritual innocence I don’t believe his romantic idealism I don't believe in the transcendence of his imagination I don't believe there are women who like to lick his balls And not believing these things about him substantially lessened the impact of the main character’s final transformation into the first stages of a complete and interesting being Which begs the uestion – who wants to read a book whose main character doesn’t become interesting until after the final word?But then is that possibly the point of this book? Given the delicate and profound beauty of the final image and given the vapidity of the preceeding 200 pages is it possible that the book itself is an embodiment of the essence I previously pointed out; that the bulk of the novel itself represents the form destined to vanish and that the final emotionally charged image is what abides? I applaud Murakami if that is the case at least for his conceptual gumption; but still I'd rather read a book that wasn't designed to be innocuous Give me some meat on my words

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PDF ¶ BOOK 国境の南、太陽の西 Kokkyō no minami taiyō no nishi » HARUKI MURAKAMI » [PDF / Epub] ☆ 国境の南、太陽の西 Kokkyō no minami taiyō no nishi By Haruki Murakami – Insolpro.co.uk يعد هاروكي موراكامي أشهر الروائيين? حياة اليابان المعاصرة ويقدم روايات تدخل إلى مسام القارئ كالسم البطيء إذ تبدو عادية جداً للوهلة الأولى ثم سرعان ما تصبح علاقة القارئ بالرواية قوية فلا يستطيع تركها إنها حكايات تدور حولنا تنتمي I never fail to be impressed by the way Murakami captures mood and feelings Even in his less fantastic novels of which this is one he draws you into a world that is all his and so full of possibilities and connections that you feel you could grasp them if you reached out Except you don't because in Murakami's universe it's easier to stay put and wait than to get actively involved It's about memories and reminiscences about wishes and alternate realities and if you were to reach out and touch anything you would break the carefully crafted atmosphere leaving nothing but some loner's neurotic ramblings about the things he should have done but sadly never did You wouldn't want to do that now would you? South of the Border West of the Sun is set in a familiar Murakami landscape where lonely men listen to jazz and classical music get obsessed with mysterious women with death in their eyes and crave a connection with just one fellow soul This time around the protagonist is Hajime a man in his late thirties who seems to be going through a bit of a mid life crisis Reasonably happily married and the successful owner of two jazz bars Hajime seems to have it all except for two things he can't really connect to anyone and he is haunted by memories of the women he has wronged Most of all he is haunted by the memory of his childhood friend Shimamoto the only person in his life to whom he has ever been close but of whom he lost sight at age twelve And then Shimamoto suddenly reappears in his life tempting him with promises of closeness and understanding and confusing him profoundly As stories of mid life crises and marital infidelity go this one is nothing out of the ordinary It follows Hajime through his obsession with Shimamoto and his insecurities regrets and justifications leading him all the way to some modicum of self discovery So far so generic adultery novel What sets the book apart from countless other such books is its mood Like other Murakami books South of the Border West of the Sun is a mood piece It has a dreamlike timeless uality a mellow intensity and a jazz and rain fuelled melancholy which occasionally drips off the pages It evokes loneliness and obsession in a way few other authors manage to evoke them It's like being submerged in a bath of longing and nostalgia and I for one really enjoy that sort of thing There's something uite cathartic about itMuch has been said about Hajime the protagonist of South of the Border Like many Murakami characters Hajime is not an action hero; he spends most of the book waiting for fate to deal him a lucky card and when he finally gets it he doesn't really know what to do with it Nor does he seem to notice that the cards he was initially dealt were actually uite good He is a dreamer and a drifter floating through a world in which he doesn't seem properly anchored feeling rather than observing longing rather than acting He is haunted by memories and wallows in his own mistakes without having the guts to address them He is not necessarily the world's most attractive protagonist but all the same it is interesting watching the world through his eyes sensing his guilt and sharing his cravings And if he doesn't seem to be all that different from countless other Murakami protagonists well so be it That's Murakami for you writing the same story featuring the same protagonist over and over again but in a way which keeps you coming back for As for Murakami's refusal to tie up the loose ends in this book which seems to baffle certain reviewers I like that I like that we never find out exactly what Shimamoto has been up to for all these years I like that her disappearance remains unexplained I even like the fact that we never find out her first name Hajime keeps calling her by her family name even when they are having sex It adds an air of detachment and mystery to the novel which in turn just adds to its dreamlike uality It allows you to fill in the blanks yourself and at the end of the day that is what I like most about good fiction its ability to make you fantasise and write parts of the story yourself Maybe that's why I like Murakami so much; he draws me into brilliant moodscapes and leaves me there thinking feeling wondering what I would do in a given position Sometimes I wish I never had to leave his world but alas even the best jazz gets tedious after a while