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I saw Murakami yesterday. I don't mean that in a metaphorical manner: I literally saw him in my abode town of Odense, Denmark. He received the Hans Christian Andersen Literary Award and fabricated a few pocket-size appearances while he was here, one of which was at our local library. At that place were only 180 of us there, and I don't remember anyone left the room after thinking that the outcome had been then-then. I, at least, felt dazed and enriched and happy afterwards. We heard him read aloud from a short story (in Japanese) which his Danish translator later read in Danish; we heard him answer some questions prepared by said translator and a literature skillful. And we heard him reply some questions from the audience. He was delightful. He was apprehensive. He was kind. He was funny. And I got to inquire him the final question. (I may come up back and actually review this drove. Then once again, I may not. I may disappear down a well or get hunt a cat or go to sleep and wake upwards as someone who doesn't read books).
Men Without Women is a collection of stories virtually despairing men and loneliness; it depicts men who try to cope with the sorrows of life after their loved ane has departed from them. Unable to motion on, the men spend the residual of their days lamenting what they will never again feel. So this is a sad collection, one that captures the harsh realities of human experience, at least, the experience some people will ultimately feel in the face of rejection. The feelings the men have hither are not needy or creepy towards the women in question. This certainly isn't a collection about desperate men. What we have instead is successful men, often those who are married or charming with the ladies, who lose their loved one or perchance find her for the commencement time. They then have to get on with their loves in the wake of such a affair. Not an like shooting fish in a barrel chore for sure. Some have dissimilar coping strategies varying in unlike levels of extremity. One man simply dies, unable to eat anymore or muster the will to alive, he slowly perishes and wastes away to nothing as he realises his love never felt the same mode most him. What's surprising, and mayhap a truism, is how like shooting fish in a barrel it is for such an feel to break a homo. Over again, these men are non emotionally fragile or unhinged; they are relatively normal people who simply go overwhelmed by emotions that they cannot control or predict. Love is never piece of cake and unreciprocated beloved is desperation. But don't some people accept the strength to bear on? Nevertheless, despite the harsh feel the men have here, I wanted to meet a little scrap more positivity. Some people, men or women, will find themselves in very like situations in life, but they do not merely lay downwardly and die. They get on with information technology; they continue going. Life does not fit into a neat footling box. We don't always get what we want, and simply giving up is not the reply. Nosotros have one life, and despite how painful our ain experience tin can be, there is e'er a reason to carry on. If yous're not living for yourself, then live for other people. Equally ever Murakami'southward prose is precise with the power to handle such circuitous emotions. And he has tapped into something hither, something truthful to life, merely non everybody will react in such a fashion. We must move forrard no matter how hard information technology may seem. At times I found myself wanting to requite the men a good difficult slap; they surely needed it: they needed a motivation injection or something. As important as information technology is to find a partner in life, it is not the thing that defines life or success. This volume is certainly worth a read, though it falls curt of its potential. Non all men without women react the same way. Facebook| Twitter| Insta| Academia
Men Without Women: Stories ("Drive My Auto", "Yesterday", "An Independent Organ", "Scheherazade", "Kino", "Samsa in Dear", "Men Without Women"), Haruki Murakami Haruki Murakami (built-in January 12, 1949) is a Japanese writer. His books and stories have been bestsellers in Japan besides as internationally, with his piece of work existence translated into 50 languages and selling millions of copies outside his native country. "Drive My Car" Kafuku, a veteran and widowed actor, hires 20-four year old driver Misaki Watari to chauffeur him around Tokyo due to his license beingness revoked due to a D.U.I. and glaucoma. During their trips, Kafuku occasionally tells her nearly his life equally an role player and his tardily wife'southward extramarital affairs. "Yesterday" Tanimura remembers a time in his early twenties when he worked in a restaurant with his friend Kitaru. Kitaru has a few idiosyncrasies that crusade his girlfriend Erika to experience uneasy about their relationship; he speaks in a Kansai dialect despite living all his life in Tokyo, does not want to study hard despite having university aspirations, and seems to be asexual around her. "An Independent Organ" Tanimura tells of a time in his life when he regularly played squash with Dr. Tokai, a fifty-ii yr former cosmetic surgeon and bachelor who has never lived long-term or fallen in dearest with a adult female. Instead, he dates married or committed women as he does not want to enter into a serious human relationship with anyone. "Scheherazade" Unable to go exterior of his apartment, Habara relies on a female person nurse he dubs "Scheherazade" for his provisions. Despite being married with children, she visits him regularly to have sex with him; later each session, she tells him a story. She also notes that she was a lamprey in her previous life and can sometimes admission those memories of being in the sea. "Kino" Kino, with the help of his retiring aunt, decides to open a bar afterward he finds his wife adulterous on him. At first no one shows upward but a cat, which he lets stay indefinitely. A week later, a mysterious man, Kamita, begins to frequent the bar because he finds the institution a soothing place to read. "Samsa in Love" Gregor Samsa wakes up in a sleeping room of a two-story house, sure of who he is just unsure of his surroundings. He is hungry, so he slowly goes downstairs to the kitchen, getting accepted to moving his trunk. Food is already prepared on the table, so he eats everything. He so notices that he is naked, so he searches the business firm until he finds a gown. "Men Without Women" An unnamed narrator receives a telephone call in the middle of the dark telling him that his former lover, who he dubs Yard, has committed suicide, the caller being M's husband. He is unbearably anguished upon learning of this news. تاریخ نخستین خوانش: بیست و نهم ماه مارس سال 2015میلادی عنوان: شهرزاد؛ نویسنده: هاروکی موراکامی، مترجم: فرزین فرزام؛ مشخصات نشر: مجله نیویورک فا، اسفند 1393؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان ژاپن - سده 21م عنوان: شهرزاد؛ نویسنده: هاروکی موراکامی، مترجم: مریم حسین نژاد؛مشهد، بوتیمار، 1395؛ در 45ص؛ شابک9786004042321؛ عنوان: شهرزاد؛ نویسنده: هاروکی موراکامی ؛ مترجم مهناز ولی؛ کرج، آثار برتر، 1397، در 133ص؛ شابک9786006945767؛ از متن ترجمه جناب «حسام امامی»: (هرچه بود، «شهرزاد» استعدادی در قصه گویی داشت، که قلب آدم را متأثر میکرد؛ داستان هرچه بود، «شهرزاد» آن را ویژه میکرد؛ صدا، زمانبندی و ضرباهنگ اش همه بی نقص بودند؛ ذهن شنونده را درگیر میکرد، به کارش میگرفت، به تفکرش وامیداشت، و بعد دست آخر دقیقاً همان چیزی را بهش میداد که «هابارا» دنبالش بود، «هابارای» مفتون میتوانست حتی اگر شده برای یک لحظه واقعیتی را که دوره اش کرده بود فراموش کند؛ مثل تخته سیاهی که با پارچه ی نمدار پاک شده باشد، از دغدغه ها، از خاطراتِ ناخوشایند خالی میشد؛ مگر بیش از این چه میخواست؟ در این مرحله از زندگی اش، این شکل از فراموشی چیزی بود که «هابارا» بیش از هر چیزی میخواست.)؛ پایان نقل تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 23/09/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 28/06/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی
One tale includes how he befriended her last lover, Takatsuki, with the intention of harming him. Notwithstanding, over the course of their half-dozen month friendship which was spent mostly binge drinking at local bars, he was never able to find any damning information and instead sympathizes with Takatsuki's observations.
He likewise never learns of his wife's motives, calling it a "bullheaded spot" in his knowledge of her. Later on hearing his story, Misaki notes that perhaps his wife having affairs had had nothing to do with honey and that was a adept plenty reason to do then. After contemplating this proposition, he falls asleep as she continues driving.
One day, Kitaru proposes that Tanimura become on a "date" with Erika to which Tanimura reluctantly agrees. On their appointment, both talk nigh their personal lives.
Tanimura's girlfriend could not commit to him while Erika admits that she is seeing some other homo because of Kitaru's apathy. Despite her "unfaithfulness," she admits that Kitaru holds a special place in her heart, and has vivid dreams of them as a couple.
Tanimura retells his experience with her to Kitaru during their side by side shift, omitting certain details. A week later, Kitaru quits and Tanimura loses contact with both Kitaru and Erika.
However, for the past eighteen months, he has developed feelings for a 30-6 year old married mother and asks Tanimura for communication.
During their chat, Tokai mentions how he is struggling with the question, "Who in the world am I?" and retells a story of a Jewish dr. who lost everything but his life at Auschwitz and how that could take been him. Tokai as well notes that for the start time in his life, he feels rage.
Over the course of several encounters, Scheherazade tells of how she was madly in honey with a male child from loftier school, so much then that she discreetly bankrupt into his firm several times with a hidden chump key during school hours. While inside, she surveys his stuff, lies on his bed, and "exchanges" her stuff for his, as well afraid to be a burglar.
On her showtime two visits, she trades a tampon for a pencil and then three strands of her own hair for a small soccer badge. On her third visit, she finally steals one of his worn shirts. Upon remembering how infatuated she was with him at the time, she asks Habara to have sexual activity with her once more; he finds this session more than passionate than any other.
Upon returning for her 4th break-in, Scheherazade notices that the locks take inverse and reluctantly goes back to her regular schooling.
Eventually, she begins to forget the boy, but during nursing schoolhouse, she saw the boy again through the boy'due south mother. Noticing that evening is upon them, she tells Habara that she will tell him the circumstances during her next visit. Eager but conscientious, he acquiesces, merely that night in bed, he worries that he will nev
Some time after, 2 customers crusade a ruckus and Kino asks them to exit. They react threateningly, only Kamita insists and they redirect their enmity towards him. The 3 customers become outside, and shortly afterwards, Kamita returns and says that those men will not disturb Kino again.
A week after, Kino notes a particular woman who frequents the bar, but on this occasion, her male companion is absent; she interests him because of their mutual fondness of jazz. After everyone else has left, she reveals her body to him; she has many scars, the result of cigarette burns. They subsequently have sexual practice all night in Kino's upstairs bedchamber.
When the doorbell rings, he opens information technology to find a young, hunchbacked female locksmith who says that she is here to fix a lock in the house. Hesitant, he tells her that 1 of the room'southward lock upstairs needs fixing.
Equally they interact, Samsa notices that he is unable to empathise some of the common words she uses. When she tells him that she needs to take the lock to her family of locksmiths for further work, he asks her why she rotates her arm so often.
She says that her brassiere is uncomfortable on her; while telling him this she notices that he has a visible erection. Offended, she scorns him before he says that he has no idea what he is doing.
Before she leaves, he asks her if she could return so that they could talk, as he is still confused about most of the world. She says perhaps they can do and then when she returns the lock, before she walks back to her family through military machine-occupied Prague.
The narrator tells of how he imagines himself meeting M when they were fourteen and in inferior loftier school. He asks her for an eraser in grade and she breaks hers in half and gives the piece to him; this meeting warms his heart. She then breaks his heart by running off with sailors who promise to evidence her the world. He chases her, but is never able to catch up.
In reality, he knew her for only nearly two years in his adult life and they simply saw each other a few times a month. She loves elevator music, and always plays "A Summertime Place" when they take sex. He notes that because of her death, he now considers himself the second-loneliest man in the world, afterward her husband. He is also in a state called "Men Without Women," a flow of sudden and intense misery later on a homo learns of the death of a beloved adult female.
Audiobook... The only thing I didn't similar -- only for a couple of minutes-is when switching to a new story... I wasn't ready to transition. Yet, they were 'all' fascinating & astonishing!!! Quick question? Practice you call up women bulldoze unlike than men? And... To my 'audiobook' friends.....( fifty-fifty if yous mostly only listen to non- fiction audiobooks)...this was an EXCELLENT WALKING COMPANION...( Esil)... lol
I LOVED THESE STORIES!!!! They penetrated through my ears and my thoughts. I was hanging on to every word walking around town completely absorbed.
MEN: do you feel less at ease in the passenger seat with a woman driving - than when a human being is? Paul said aye...'normally'!
A short enigmatic story from the primary of the surreal. It'southward a freebie (just follow the link accompanying this book on the Goodreads site) and if you're a fan of Murakami's work you should have a look; it'll run into you lot through a morn cappuccino. Kino owns a small bar in a back street of Tokyo. He doesn't get many customers but ane human being does visit a couple of times each week and always sits in the aforementioned place, the about uncomfortable spot in the bar. They rarely talk. There's a cat and jazz music and whiskey, of course – all staple ingredients in any Murakami tale. As is his way, the story exists between the lines. Murakami tends to create a mood equally much every bit he writes a story and there's enough of mood here. Information technology's simple and distressing and I had to recollect virtually it a fleck to extract its message. I enjoyed it. Link: http://www.newyorker.com/mag/201... Merged review: When you lot delve into a Murakami volume y'all're never quite certain what y'all'll find – will it be surreal and mind bending, similar The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, or darkly realistic similar Norwegian Wood? Well this collection of brusque stories certainly has more in common with the latter, though not entirely so. The title gives away the linking theme, but that's too simplistic. There'southward longing and loneliness here but as well a desire to understand, to discover. The tones are often deeply melancholic and are told – in typical Murakami style – in a matter of fact, somewhat unemotional way, only are totally fallacious all the same. As you would await they are beautifully written, containing lines that stopped me in my tracks to ponder the pure truth of the statements. An histrion has lost his wife afterwards xx years. She died afterwards a short illness and every bit he is driven to and from the theatre in which he is performing he is quizzed by his female person commuter. It appears that he knew his wife had had affairs and at ane phase took the strange step of befriending a young man player purely because he suspected he had had trysts with his late wife. Was his motivation merely curiosity, equally he sought to understand his wife's motivation to seek out other male company? Or was he looking to verbal revenge in some fashion? A young man talks to his friend most his own girlfriend. They met when they were quite a bit younger and take been together for some time, but they don't accept a sexual relationship. He attempts to persuade his friend to accept his girlfriend out on a engagement. What is the spur for this and where does he expect this to have his own relationship with his girlfriend? In both of these stories I was struck by the apparent strangeness of the deportment taken by the lead protagonist, yet as the narrative developed these actions seemed to make more sense. Murakami regularly introduces me to people who not only live in a very unlike civilization only who also seem slightly off-kilter. Information technology'southward unsettling… but stimulating. Sometimes I tin reconcile myself to who they are and why they do what they practise, simply not always. A corrective surgeon seems to take everything a unmarried man could want: coin, a good career and an abundance of willing female person company. He'southward careful not to put himself in a position where he will become too emotionally involved with these women, in fact his favoured route is to liaise with women who are already in a steady relationship. He enjoys their company relishes the conversations and, of course, the sex activity. Merely then it happens - he falls in dearest. This certainly wasn't in the plan and information technology throws his whole life into turmoil. In the title piece a man receives a 'call advising him that an ex-girlfriend has committed suicide. He'due south not sure why he received the call as he'd had no contact with her for a long time. However, he reflects that this is the third ex-girlfriend of his that has committed suicide. And so there's the account of a boyfriend in confinement, who is visited past a housekeeper who also provides sexual favours and talks to him nigh reincarnation (she was an eel in a previous life) and a boy she secretly stalked. These stories spoke to me of introspection and addiction and of a yearning for relationships lost. I don't retrieve I've worked out the true underlying message in any of these tales (if, indeed, there is ane) but the story of the surgeon, in particular, has a haunting and compelling unexpectedness to it. Kino, virtually a man who opens a small bar afterward he splits with his married woman is the only story I'd read before (and reviewed it here). I enjoyed it at the time and I believe information technology's one of the strongest offerings in this book. The final story is the most surreal, it's a reversal of Kafka's The Metamorphosis in which Gregor Samsa awakens to find himself transformed from insect to human. Every bit he stumbles about his apartment trying to go used to this new, foreign body he is visited past a hunchbacked woman to whom he becomes attracted. It'due south my beginning foray into the world of the author's short story collections and it's one I plant hugely rewarding. As always with compendiums of this sort, some pieces attracted me more than others but I enjoyed the fact that each felt very separate and dissimilar to the concluding. Murakami has a hugely fertile mind and an uncanny ability to put words on a folio in a style that excites, confuses and disturbs. I'yard off to find more like this.
Seven stories. All nearly pitifully isolated men, struggling with the loss of women in their lives, coming to terms, although at a snail'due south footstep, with expiry and heartbreak - some even failing miserably at that. It seems to me, Murakami has been writing about them forever. Merging all the characters that Murakami, over the years, breathed life into, we invariably discover a human being, ever the same human, the ultimate loner. Murakami has given him new names and effaced older ones. But at that place'south no question that it is the same, alienated man, we, from time to time, notice ourselves reading near. Until now, I didn't mind, nor did I ever observe myself bored on business relationship of my hitherto incorruptible loyalty to the author. I have been e'er, what yous telephone call, a fan. This time, I loathed his repetitiveness, and the weakness and frailty of his characters. Disgusted by their apathy towards others and their nonchalant way of going about life, I became increasingly indifferent as to how their stories progressed. Likewise, from the outset, I was uncomfortable with the misogynistic undertones. There'south a sure, unmistakable charm to loneliness, to detachment. Information technology is entirely possible to experience compassion for characters who have severed ties with their surround, characters completely robbed of dear. But in this case, Murakami'south men lack sincerity, their stories significance. Except 'Kino', the book's probably one saving grace. Only a reader, relatively new to Murakami'south world, should consider reading this book. As for me, I volition be taking a short pause from his otherwise colorful world, which kept me entranced, admittedly, for a long time now.
"Loneliness is brought over from France, the pain of the wound from the Middle Eastward. For Men Without Women, the world is a vast, poignant mix, very much the far side of the moon." I couldn't get enough of Haruki Murakami later on my passionate fling with him and his Sputnik Sweetheart concluding month. I hadn't intended for information technology to be just a fleeting, casual flirtation. I knew I'd be going back for more afterwards he accepted my amends for abandoning him several years ago. And I did just that, less than two weeks subsequently. I apace downloaded this collection of seven brusk stories and surrendered myself to his prose once again. The theme of all 7 stories is self-evident from the championship. In each, Murakami writes of men suffering from loneliness and isolation, primarily from women but also from much of society in general. They take suffered a breaking of relationships with women either due to decease, abandonment or disintegration of marriages or love affairs. The yearning of these men to make connections and the despair they suffer is palpable. With few and simple words, Murakami conveys to the reader exactly what they are going through, and the reader experiences the same heartache. At least this reader did. "Life is strange, isn't it? You tin be totally entranced past the glow of something one minute, exist willing to sacrifice everything to make information technology yours, but then a lilliputian time passes, or your perspective changes a scrap, and all of a sudden you're shocked at how faded it appears." One thing I realized, despite the title, is that this collection doesn't just highlight the men just too points to the women that in many cases are experiencing pain every bit well. Some of them are in adulterous relationships, others have passed on from this world due to affliction, and notwithstanding others are solitary souls themselves, set apart from love and companionship for various reasons. It is not the fact that they are merely without men, but rather their isolation has fabricated their various cuts and bruises stand out more than conspicuously. "I was their only child. If I'd been prettier, Father never would take left. That'due south what Female parent always said. Information technology's because I was born ugly that he abandoned us." Of course, I didn't love all seven stories every bit. But for the near part, I was hooked. I took something away from each of them, but there were a couple of clear favorites with "Kino" and "Scheherazade" at the summit of my list. Surprisingly, I loved "Kino" for its magical realism vibes. Murakami masterfully utilizes this stylistic device in such a way that I, a rather unimaginative reader, tin can wholeheartedly eat with no hesitations. "Scheherazade" enticed me with its allure of 'bedtime stories.' Who tin can resist the idea of someone storytelling after sex?! Aye, please! "The other matter that puzzled him was the fact that their lovemaking and her storytelling were and so closely linked, making it hard, if not impossible, to tell where 1 ended and the other began." I would not hesitate to recommend this collection for anyone interested in sampling Murakami'due south writing. I perhaps should accept read this before Sputnik Sweetheart, considering it paled but a tad in comparison to that enchanting novel. But that's okay, it'southward a tasty petty morsel and I'm happy to have read it. I'm certainly seeing a articulate theme to his excellent writing and tin't expect for more. "But the proposition that nosotros can look into some other person's heart with perfect clarity strikes me equally a fool's game. I don't care how well we recollect we should understand them, or how much nosotros love them. All it tin can do is crusade u.s.a. pain… Examining your own centre, however, is some other matter. I think information technology's possible to see what'due south in there if you piece of work difficult enough at it. So in the end maybe that's the challenge: to look inside your own heart as perceptively and seriously as yous can, and to make peace with what you lot find in that location. If nosotros hope to truly see some other person, we have to first past looking within ourselves."
كانت تقدم له ما ينشده..تنسيه الواقع مثل☆ اليابانيون. .لغز حياتي حتى جاء موراكامي ليقنعني انهم بشر:يخرفون. .يضعفون..يخونون. . مع الاحتفاظ بدقتهم التي تثير كل احقادك الدفينة هنا نتعرف على { هابارا }شاب وحيد حبيس منزله؟ تتعهد شهر زاد؛ ممرضة معتزلة بأداء متطلباته {كلها!! } و تقص عليه شذرات انطباعية من حياتها على حلقات ..حتى تعترف له بهوايتها الشاذة في اقتحام البيوت الخالية منذ الصبا. .ينجرف معها هابارا في قصصها يتألق هاروكي في تفاصيل لا تصدق وضحت الهشاشة الإنسانية للمرأة اللغز شهرزاد ..لكني اضطررت لخصم نجمتين لانه استعمل معنا نفس اسلوب شهرزاد هنا هابارا انت لست جزيرة معزولة ..انت السلمون. .وقعت في الشرك Merged review: عندما تتكور على نفسك في احدى زوايا العالم و تتمنى لو تركك الجميع لشانك ..تتمنى لو عبروا جسدك بابصارهم كما لو كنت شفافا ..و يظل احساسك بالضألة و عدم الاستحقاق يؤكد لك انك لم ترتكب خطأ لكنك ايضا لم تفعل الأمر الصائب احتاج ان أتعلم الصفح وليس النسيان🌚 هو لم ينجز شيئاً في حياته، في نهاية الأمر، ولم يكن منتجاً على الإطلاق. لم يستطع أن يسعد أحداً، كما لم يسعد نفسه بالـتأكيد. السعادة؟ لم يكن يعرف معناها. لم يكن لديه معنى واضحاً أيضاً لعواطف مثل الألم، أو الغضب، الخذلان، والاستسلام. وكيف ينبغي أن تشعر بها.⬇ احتاج ان أتعلم الصفح وليس النسيان.. يا للمكان الجميل،" قالت..زوجته التي خانته " هادئ، نظيف، وساكن-ي��بهك."ا نحتاج جميعا ان نتعلم الصفح وليس النسيان. 🔝في الأساطير، الأفعى الأكبر والأذكى تخفي قلبها في مكان ما خارج جسدها. وبهذا لا يمكن أن تقتل. إذا ما أردت أن تقتل تلك الأفعى، عليك أن تذهب إلى مخبئها عندما لا تكون فيه، وتجد القلب الخفاق، وتقطعه إلى اثنين. ليست مهمة سهلة، بالتأكيد⬇ و فجاة يسفر موراكامي عن وجهه الرمزى المجنون و تمتليء القصة بالافاعي ..و" اتذكر انا فولدمورت و الهوركروكس الاكثر صعوبة : الافعى ناجيني"ا هل الأفاعي هي: الالم المكبوت؟ اذن: نحتاج جميعا ان نتعلم الصفح وليس النسيان..و لكن للاسف النسيان هو ما نتوق اليه شكرا لاختيار و اكتشاف في اناقة صديقنا كمال ذو الذوق الموسيقى و الادبي الرفيع
سبورة سوداء ممسوحة بقماشة مبللة..لقد ازيلت عنه المخاوف و الذكريات..من يمكنه ان يطلب اكثر☆؟ اليس هذا ما ننشده جميعا من قراءاتنا للقصص ؟
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ظل أبي يسافر اليابان سنويا لعشرين عام
و بعض أقاربي سافروا ايضا
و انا تعاملت مع بعضهم منذ دهر حيث كنت المادة الرئيسيةلعدة استبيانات و أجبتهم عن مئات الأسئلة العجيبة
الكل و انا معهم اجمعنا على انهم ليسوا بشر مثلنا على الإطلاق. .بل هم المادة الخام للأدب و والضمير و الاجتهاد و الدقة
قصتنا تغوص في 3مستويات من النفس البشرية. .مبدئيا لو كنت تتساءل عن أدق مشاعر شهريار تجاه قصص شهرزاد ستجد الإجابة في هذه النسخة العصرية
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..و لان القصة" 20 صفحة" ذات طبيعة إباحية
و لكن من يحتاج الصفح ؟ أنا ؟ ام من أخطأوا في حقي ؟
كينو رجل في منتصف العمر يتعرض لصدمة عمره: زوجته تخونه على فراشه مع صديقه و زميله في العمل لكنه يكبت مشاعره..يتعالى عليها
هناك أحيانا صدمات و اهانات تخرسك لشهور بل لاعوام
و هناك مخاوف تلتهمك حرفيا ولا تترك سوى حطام
تدمر الواقعة حياته القديمة تماما يترك عمله و بيته و يرحل باسطواناته الفينيل ..و عندما تستقر حياته الجديدة ..تنقلب من جديد
و من قال ان الكل يحبون الهدوء و النظافة؟ الكل يطمعون بها من باب الطفاسة ..و لكن يكتشفون انها مملة لا تثير احدا ..فيرفسونك في اول فرصة 
الغفران المفقود ؟
الكينونة المهترئة؟
الذكريات القاتلة؟
هو فعلا كاتب مختلف استطاع ان ينسج عدة قصص فى قصة واحدة تماما كألف ليلة و ليلة كان من الممكن ببساطه ان تكون قصة فتاة تروى لمحة من حياتها كمراهقة ... ستكون قصة غريبة و مشوقة و لكنها لن تكون رائعة. أما هنا فهو يجعلك تحبس انفاسك و انت تتقافز بين عدة اقصوصات غير مكتملة و كلها تشحذ خيالك و تملأه بالصور التى تتناثر كقطع البازل الغير مرتبة.
صفحات قليلة للغاية و اسم مشوق للغايه و افكار غريبه لللللـ... لللللـ... للغايه ايضا مشيها كده
الكاتب الجيد هو هذا الذى يجعلك جزء من القصة و يجعلها جزء منك فتكون رؤيتك لها شىء يخصك وحدك و ربما لان يفهمه شخص اخرأغلق هابارا عينيه وتوقف عن التفكير بشهرزاد. وبدلاً من ذلك فكر بثعابين البحر. بالمخالب التي تلصقها ثعابين البحر على الصخرة. مختفية بين أعشاب الماء. تتأرجح جيئةً وذهاباً في التيار. تخيل أنه كان واحداً منها ينتظر ظهور السلمون. لكن لم يمر أي سلمون. لا يهم كم انتظر من الوقت. لا سلموناً سميناً ولا نحيلاً. ما من سلمون على الاطلاق. أخيراً غربت الشمس وكان عالمه يتلاشى في الظلام.
لينك النوفيلا
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من مجموعة حدائق موراكامي - الجزء الثاني
"That's what it is similar to lose a adult female. And at a certain time, losing 1 woman means losing all women. That's how we become Men Without Women." This is a soft Murakami. A lot of his novels are dreamlike, but this ane seems more similar an emotional smell than a memory. There just isn't a lot to grab onto. It reminded me of petting a ocean anemone flower at a local aquarium. I knew I was doing it. I was even thrilled a bit as I was doing it. It just didn't register in the manner I predicted. Anyhow, the book is a series of curt stories, I've included my ranking for each:
-- Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women
ane. Bulldoze My Car - ★★★★
2. Yesterday - ★★★
3. An Independent Organ - ★★
iv. Scheherazade - ★★★★
5. Kino - ★★★★
6. Samsa in Dear - ★★★
seven. Men without Women - ★★★
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