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Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman de Haruki Murakami

Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

Autor Haruki Murakami Traducere de Philip Gabriel, Jay Rubin
en Limba Engleză Paperback – iul 2007

Descoperim în Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman o incursiune fascinantă în proza scurtă, un gen în care Haruki Murakami demonstrează o măiestrie egală cu cea din marile sale romane. Ne-a atras atenția modul în care autorul respectă structura clasică a nuvelei, doar pentru a o subversa prin inserții de realism magic care transformă banalul în extraordinar. Cele douăzeci și patru de texte pendulează între realitatea palpabilă a unei vacanțe în Hawaii și bizarul absolut, unde întâlnim maimuțe vorbitoare sau entități înghețate. Considerăm că forța acestui volum rezidă în capacitatea de a ancora emoții umane universale — singurătatea, dorința, regretul — în scenarii care sfidează logica cotidiană. Cei care au parcurs The Elephant Vanishes de Haruki Murakami vor fi pregătiți pentru aceleași tranziții fluide între lumi, însă în Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman tonul pare mai așezat, mai contemplativ. Dacă în The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle misterul este unul de proporții epice, aici tensiunea este fragmentată, oferind cititorului spațiu pentru reflecție după fiecare final deschis. Ritmul lecturii este variabil, dictat de melancolia întâlnirilor întâmplătoare în Italia sau de stranietatea unui exil romantic în Grecia. Volumul funcționează ca un compendiu al temelor murakamiene, rafinând motivele pe care le regăsim și în First Person Singular: muzica, memoria și granița fragilă dintre vis și veghe.

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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780099512820
ISBN-10: 0099512823
Pagini: 448
Dimensiuni: 113 x 175 x 35 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Editura: Random House
Colecția Vintage

De ce să citești această carte

Această antologie este esențială pentru cei care doresc să înțeleagă universul lui Haruki Murakami fără a se angaja imediat într-un roman de sute de pagini. Cititorul câștigă acces la o varietate de stări și peisaje mentale, învățând să descopere magia ascunsă în cele mai mărunte detalii ale vieții. Este recomandarea noastră pentru oricine caută o lectură care să provoace imaginația și să ofere, în același timp, o consolare estetică subtilă.

Despre autor

Haruki Murakami este unul dintre cei mai apreciați scriitori japonezi contemporani, opera sa fiind tradusă în peste 50 de limbi. Născut în Kyoto în 1949, Murakami a debutat cu „Hear the Wind Sing” după ce a condus timp de șapte ani un club de jazz, experiență care i-a influențat profund stilul ritmat și referințele muzicale. Recunoscut pentru integrarea elementelor de realism magic în contexte urbane, el a fost distins cu premii prestigioase precum Premiul Franz Kafka și Premiul Ierusalim. Lucrările sale emblematice, printre care The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle și Kafka on the Shore, explorează adesea alienarea și subconștientul, consolidându-i statutul de autor de bestselleruri internaționale.

Descriere scurtă

A young man accompanies his cousin to the hospital to check an unusual hearing complaint and recalls a story of a woman put to sleep by tiny flies crawling inside her ear; a mirror appears out of nowhere and a nightwatchman is unnerved as his reflection tries to take control of him; a couple's relationship is unbalanced after dining exclusively on exquisite crab while on holiday; a man follows instructions on the back of a postcard to apply for a job, but an unknown password stands between him and his mysterious employer. In each of these stories Murakami sidesteps the real and sprints for the surreal. Everyday events are transcended, leaving the reader dazzled by the master of his craft.

Notă biografică

In 1978, Haruki Murakami was 29 and running a jazz bar in downtown Tokyo. One April day, the impulse to write a novel came to him suddenly while watching a baseball game. That first novel, Hear the Wind Sing, won a new writers' award and was published the following year. More followed, including A Wild Sheep Chase and Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, but it was Norwegian Wood, published in 1987, which turned Murakami from a writer into a phenomenon. His books became bestsellers, were translated into many languages, including English, and the door was thrown wide open to Murakami's unique and addictive fictional universe.

Murakami writes with admirable discipline, producing ten pages a day, after which he runs ten kilometres (he began long-distance running in 1982 and has participated in numerous marathons and races), works on translations, and then reads, listens to records and cooks. His passions colour his non-fiction output, from What I Talk About When I Talk About Running to Absolutely On Music, and they also seep into his novels and short stories, providing quotidian moments in his otherwise freewheeling flights of imaginative inquiry. In works such as The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, 1Q84 and Men Without Women, his distinctive blend of the mysterious and the everyday, of melancholy and humour, continues to enchant readers, ensuring Murakami's place as one of the world's most acclaimed and well-loved writers.

Recenzii

"A warning to new readers of Haruki Murakami: You will become addicted. . . . His newest collection is as enigmatic and sublime as ever." —San Francisco Chronicle“Whimsical, magical, daring or sometimes played with the mute in the bell of the trumpet. . . . The best of these linger far beyond the reading of them.” —Chicago Tribune“Murakami’s writing perfectly captures the way surreal, even seemingly supernatural, encounters can subtly alter the terrain of everyday life.” —Washington Post Book World“This collection shows Murakami at his dynamic, organic best. . . . In Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, Murakami demonstrates brilliantly the perils of trying to squeeze life into prefabricated compartments.”—Los Angeles Times Book Review

Extras

Blind Willow, Sleeping WomanWhen I closed my eyes, the scent of the wind wafted up toward me. A May wind, swelling up like a piece of fruit, with a rough outer skin, slimy flesh, dozens of seeds. The flesh split open in midair, spraying seeds like gentle buckshot into the bare skin of my arms, leaving behind a faint trace of pain.“What time is it?” my cousin asked me. About eight inches shorter than me, he had to look up when he talked.I glanced at my watch. “Ten twenty.”“Does that watch tell good time?”“Yeah, I think so.”My cousin grabbed my wrist to look at the watch. His slim, smooth fingers were surprisingly strong. “Did it cost a lot?”“No, it’s pretty cheap,” I said, glancing again at the timetable.No response.My cousin looked confused. The white teeth between his parted lips looked like bones that had atrophied.“It’s pretty cheap,” I said, looking right at him, carefully repeating the words. “It’s pretty cheap, but it keeps good time.”My cousin nodded silently. My cousin can’t hear well out of his right ear. Soon after he went into elementary school he was hit by a baseball and it screwed up his hearing. That doesn’t keep him from functioning normally most of the time. He attends a regular school, leads an entirely normal life. In his classroom, he always sits in the front row, on the right, so he can keep his left ear toward the teacher. And his grades aren’t so bad. The thing is, though, he goes through periods when he can hear sounds pretty well, and periods when he can’t. It’s cyclical, like the tides. And sometimes, maybe twice a year, he can barely hear anything out of either ear. It’s like the silence in his right ear deepens to the point where it crushes out any sound on the left side. When that happens, ordinary life goes out the window and he has to take some time off from school. The doctors are basi- cally stumped. They’ve never seen a case like it, so there’s nothing they can do.“Just because a watch is expensive doesn’t mean it’s accurate,” my cousin said, as if trying to convince himself. “I used to have a pretty expensive watch, but it was always off. I got it when I started junior high, but I lost it a year later. Since then I’ve gone without a watch. They won’t buy me a new one.”“Must be tough to get along without one,” I said.“What?” he asked.“Isn’t it hard to get along without a watch?” I repeated, looking right at him.“No, it isn’t,” he replied, shaking his head. “It’s not like I’m living off in the mountains or something. If I want to know the time I just ask somebody.”“True enough,” I said.We were silent again for a while.I knew I should say something more, try to be kind to him, try to make him relax a little until we arrived at the hospital. But it had been five years since I saw him last. In the meanwhile he’d grown from nine to fourteen, and I’d gone from twenty to twenty-five. And that span of time had created a translucent barrier between us that was hard to traverse. Even when I had to say something, the right words just wouldn’t come out. And every time I hesitated, every time I swallowed back something I was about to say, my cousin looked at me with a slightly confused look on his face. His left ear tilted ever so slightly toward me.“What time is it now?” he asked me.“Ten twenty-nine,” I replied.It was ten thirty-two when the bus finally rolled into view. Visit Haruki Murakami's official website to read more from Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.www.harukimurakami.com