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embeccy · 6 months
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"The thing I'm most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I'm going to do. Of not knowing what I'm doing right now."
- Haruki Murakami
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literaturecravings · 7 months
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—1Q84 Book Three, Haruki Murakami
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21stcenturysucks · 8 months
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"You long to be bandaged before you have been cut.'
— Margaret Atwood, from The Collected Poems of M. A.; "They Eat Out,"
"The desire to be sicker, to prove that you are sick, itself is indicative of sickness. A well person doesn't desire to be sick"
— Unknown
"There are times when I do not choose healing. I'm stubborn. I choose self-destruction instead hoping that I will learn what it's like to have wounds again. And I learn and learn and learn again."
— juansen dizon
we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
No greater desire exists than a wounded person's need for another wound.
— Georges Bataille, 'Ecstasy, from Guilty, tr. Bruce Boone
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mythoughttherapy · 9 months
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“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you're living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”
—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
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1. // 2. Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // 3. Simone Weil, An Anthology of Selected Writings // 4. // 5. Czesław Miłosz, from “The Song.” // 6. L’Amica Geniale, Those Who Leave And Those Who Stay // 7. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 // 8. Third Eye - Florence + The Machine, art by @sunsbleeding // 9. Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964 // 10. Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
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sirius-you-know · 9 months
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I'm enjoying life
*cuts to me reading Murakami on a rainy day, alone in my little room
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nudodistorto · 9 months
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la luna attraverso gli occhi di aomame.
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1Q84 — Chapter 1
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(I think the book looks very elegant without its cover ^__^)
Recently, I discovered the audio book version of 1Q84 on Audible and instantly bought it. Years ago, I've read this novel in German and loved it. 1Q84 fascinated me like no other novel before. I was captivated by the characters & story and turned page after page.
My original plan was to read another novel next (I thought it would be best to read single volume novels first), but now that I have even the audio book I changed my plan because I didn’t want to wait any longer.
My strategy
I just finished reading and listening the first chapter. I want to read this book more thoroughly, so I’m looking up more words than usual. Plus, after every paragraph I listened to the corresponding part of the audio book while following the words on the page and visualizing the scene in my mind. Now that I reached the end of the chapter, I’ll listen to it again, but now without looking at the text and without stopping after every paragraph.
Some paragraphs of the book are still difficult to understand so the audio book is even more challenging. But I feel that focusing on short sections first improves my understanding. I don't understand everything but I can still follow the story. Considering the difficulty of the book, this is not too bad at this stage. This is only chapter 1 and there are two more volumes. I try my best to improve my understanding over time.
About this chapter
I like how the first chapter introduces the main character. A young woman is sitting in a taxi which is stuck in a heavy traffic jam. The radio plays classical music. Nothing unusual. But from now on, the author gradually reveals more and more interesting details about the main character, the driver, the interior of the taxi, the music and so on. As the chapter progresses, it becomes clear that the main character is no ordinary woman. Many things are rather hints than concrete information. These hints will reveal their importance in later chapters. 1Q84 is a big puzzle. With every chapter, more and more pieces are falling into place. That’s what captivated me.
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sundaysays · 9 months
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Time flows in strange ways on Sundays
— 1Q84 (Murakami, 2009)
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— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
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beljar · 2 years
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Murakami Mood
books and sunlight
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bleedingoverpages · 2 years
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Until it was nothing more than a gray paper moon, hanging in the sky.
1Q84, Haruki Murakami, Book 3
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21stcenturysucks · 7 months
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nusaibaaaa · 5 months
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“the forest of story began to exert a stronger pull on his heart.”
this line by murakami and many others i’ve underlined with my pen are some of the few shelters i can seek my safety from in this world. something within me clicked as i read his work, and it’s like some mental pen has uncapped and inked out a plan for a story of my own, a story whose idea exerts a strong pull on my heart. my heart beneath all the sheaths of forced ambition and exhaustion that is really just content with paper and pen and novels and poetry and something i could not just read but delve myself into to forget how the world i currently am in is so shallow it’s almost impossible to drown in it.
the first plot for a story i wrote began as a mysterious love story before morphing into a murderous one. i remember my obsession with incorporating murder in my stories or poems when i was like thirteen, so i was surprised to see it emerge from me even now from what i thought would be a profound love story. however i wanted it to be just that— love and idealism and soft. i do not want to focus on blood and betrayal and remember the characters in my life to reflect them into the fictional ones in this write. i’ve seen enough blood, way too much and i decided i want a small reprieve, even if it’s just fantasy.
i don’t know when this story will be finished. i merely just planned its basic structure and outlined the inspiration for the two protagonists. the exhaustion chained to me will not allow me to begin today. from the plot it has only been accentuated how much of a dreamer i am, how simple my desires are. i’ve been told by two opposing parties how simplicity is garbage, and how simplicity is beautiful. i gravitate more towards the latter sentiment. perhaps that is why I fell for the complicated. not just because we’re opposites but because the complex side of me was brought out of the shadows to find fraternity with his, to feel at home with his when it felt like an outsider within me.
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mythoughttherapy · 7 months
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“Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”
—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
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