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"The new novel--a book that sold more than a million copies the first week it went on sale in Japan--from the internationally acclaimed author, his first since IQ84"--
Libro molto 'giapponese'. Un po' alterno (in genere scorre bene, solo in alcune pagine si blocca un po'), ma bello e scritto bene. È il primo Murakami che leggo e devo dire che è stata un'esperienza positiva. ( )
Forse non ci sono quelle avventure oniriche a cui siamo abituati, noi fans di M. Anzi, viene quasi da dire che è un po' tutto noiosino: la trama, ridotta all'essenziale, non è iperbolica. Ma di sottofondo c'e' sempre la straordinaria levita' delle parole, la cortesia del suo stile che e' una magia che solo M. ha. Momenti un poco statici si avvicendano ad altri piu' emotivamente concitati, e lentamente tutta la costruzione diventa una sinfonia di umanità, di liberazioni, di crescita. Umanissimo e delicato libro, da accarezzare ogni tanto. ( )
This is a book for both the new and experienced reader. It has a strange casualness, as if it unfolded as Murakami wrote it; at times, it seems like a prequel to a whole other narrative. The feel is uneven, the dialogue somewhat stilted, either by design or flawed in translation. Yet there are moments of epiphany gracefully expressed, especially in regard to how people affect one another.
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From July of his sophomore year in college until the following January, all Tsukuru Tazaki could think about was dying.
No seu segundo ano de faculdade, entre julho e o mês de janeiro seguinte, Tsukuri Tazaki só pensava em morrer.
Fra juli måned det andet år på universitetet og frem til januar det efterfølgende år tænkte Tsukuru Tazaki kun på at dø.
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"It's sort of weird if you think about it," Sara said. "We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we're surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people."
And in that moment, he was finally able to accept it all. In the deepest recesses of his soul, Tsukuru Tazaki understood. One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.
Der er ting her i livet, der er så komplicerede, at de vanskeligt lader sig forklare på noget sprog.
Jealousy—at least as far as he understood it from his dream—was the most hopeless prison in the world. Jealousy was not a place he was forced into by someone else, but a jail in which the inmate entered voluntarily, locked the door, and threw away the key. And not another soul in the world knew he was locked inside. Of course if he wanted to escape, he could do so. The prison was, after all, his own heart. But he couldn't make that decision. His heart was as hard as a stone wall. This was the very essence of jealousy.
All that remained now was a sort of quiet resignation. A colorless, neutral, empty feeling. He was sitting alone in a huge, old vacant house, listening as a massive grandfather clock hollowly ticked away time. His mouth was closed, his eyes fixed on the clock as he watched the hands move forward. His feelings were wrapped in layer upon layer of thin membrane and his heart was still a blank, as he aged, one hour at a time.
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All that remained was the sound of the wind slipping through a stand of white birch trees.
Han gav slip, lukkede øjnene og faldt i søvn. Bevidsthedens baglygte trak sig ligesom aftenens sidste eksprestog langsomt væk, øgede gradvist farten og blev mindre og mindre for til sidst at forsvinde ud i natten. Det eneste, der var tilbage, var vindens susen gennem birkelunden.
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È il primo Murakami che leggo e devo dire che è stata un'esperienza positiva. (