Haruki Murakami — South of the border, west of the sun | Book review
I found this book a weird mix of raw an romantic. It is unlike anything I previously read by Murakami, much less of a fantasy, but it is definitely worth the read. In this short story, someone that apparently has his life together risks it all for an old love.
After reading it I kept thinking about how we are all making life up as it goes, nothing can prepare us for live’s curb balls. It doesn’t matter how much we love giving advice to one another, but there is not telling how we will react when faced with the unthinkable. And even so, we are never alone, someone somewhere is going (or went)through the same.
Don’t take my word for it though. Jump in and judge for yourself.
Original title: Kokkyō no minami, taiyō no nishi
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Growing up in the suburbs of post-war Japan, it seemed to Hajime that everyone but him had brothers and sisters. His sole companion was Shimamoto, also an only child. Together they spent long afternoons listening to her father’s record collection. But when his family moved away, the two lost touch. Now Hajime is in his thirties. After a decade of drifting he has found happiness with his loving wife and two daughters, and success running a jazz bar. Then Shimamoto reappears. She is beautiful, intense, enveloped in mystery. Hajime is catapulted into the past, putting at risk all he has in the present.