Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakamiis a contemporary Japanese writer. His books and stories have been bestsellers in Japan as well as internationally, with his work being translated into 50 languages and selling millions of copies outside his native country. The critical acclaim for his fiction and non-fiction has led to numerous awards, in Japan and internationally, including the World Fantasy Awardand the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award. His oeuvre received, for example, the Franz Kafka Prizeand the Jerusalem Prize...
NationalityJapanese
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth12 January 1949
CountryJapan
Kafka is one of my very favorite writers. Kafka's fictional world is already so complete that trying to follow in his steps is not just pointless, but quite risky, too. What I see myself doing, rather, is writing novels where, in my own way, I dismantle the fictional world of Kafka that itself dismantled the existing novelistic system.
So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?
We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.
Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.
It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.
But still," Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness." "You may be right," Aomame said, "But it's too late to trade it in for another one.
Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.
One last word of advice, though, Mr. Okada, though you may not want to hear this. There are things in this world it is better not to know about. Of course, those are the very things that people most want to know about. It's strange.
I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
The world would be a pretty dull place if it were made up only of the first-rate, right?
The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.
I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.