Almost here! Haruki Murakami’s ‘Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage’ – NYTimes.com.
‘Listen up—there’s no war that will end all wars,’ Crow tells me. ‘War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.’
Currently vying for space in front of my eyes is 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami. I hope, before I finish it, to know how to pronounce the title properly. I wish I knew Japanese… Moments after the butterfly left, Murakami came down the stairs and sat, quietly, at his dining-room table. I told him I had … Continue reading #ReadingNow: #1Q84 by Haruki #Murakami
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