New Murakami
There's an article in this week's NY Times Book Review written by Murakami about his jazz obsession and the jazz club he owned before becoming a novelist.
The pic is actually Murakami in his club in his 20s.
Here's a bit of the article:
I never had any intention of becoming a novelist — at least not until I turned 29. This is absolutely true.
The professional area I settled on was music. I worked hard, saved my money, borrowed a lot from friends and relatives, and shortly after leaving the university I opened a little jazz club in Tokyo. We served coffee in the daytime and drinks at night. We also served a few simple dishes. We had records playing constantly, and young musicians performing live jazz on weekends. I kept this up for seven years. Why? For one simple reason: It enabled me to listen to jazz from morning to night.
Read the rest here (you might have to sign up, but it's totally free, takes a sec, and is worth it) - http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/08/books/review/Murakami-t.html?_r=1&8bu&emc=bu&oref=slogin
I'm halfway through his latest novel, After Dark, that just arrived. It's totally classic Murakami with a cast that includes Chinese pimps, an ex-female wrestler, a trombone player, a mysterious man who wears a cling-wrap mask that renders his face invisible, and a model who finds herself transported into different rooms through her television while she sleeps. The Lynch referencing seems overt, as Murakami is a vocal fan, and the narrative actually utilises camera angles, something I don't think Murakami has done before. Usually at about this point in his books all hell starts breaking loose, reality melts, and you are already totally hooked on the characters and tone and general world he's created. Initially the cover of the book was annoying me, and I'm still not crazy into the font, but it's grown on me. It seems like Chip Kidd is capable of both great and retarded/ugly covers.
The pic is actually Murakami in his club in his 20s.
Here's a bit of the article:
I never had any intention of becoming a novelist — at least not until I turned 29. This is absolutely true.
The professional area I settled on was music. I worked hard, saved my money, borrowed a lot from friends and relatives, and shortly after leaving the university I opened a little jazz club in Tokyo. We served coffee in the daytime and drinks at night. We also served a few simple dishes. We had records playing constantly, and young musicians performing live jazz on weekends. I kept this up for seven years. Why? For one simple reason: It enabled me to listen to jazz from morning to night.
Read the rest here (you might have to sign up, but it's totally free, takes a sec, and is worth it) - http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/08/books/review/Murakami-t.html?_r=1&8bu&emc=bu&oref=slogin
I'm halfway through his latest novel, After Dark, that just arrived. It's totally classic Murakami with a cast that includes Chinese pimps, an ex-female wrestler, a trombone player, a mysterious man who wears a cling-wrap mask that renders his face invisible, and a model who finds herself transported into different rooms through her television while she sleeps. The Lynch referencing seems overt, as Murakami is a vocal fan, and the narrative actually utilises camera angles, something I don't think Murakami has done before. Usually at about this point in his books all hell starts breaking loose, reality melts, and you are already totally hooked on the characters and tone and general world he's created. Initially the cover of the book was annoying me, and I'm still not crazy into the font, but it's grown on me. It seems like Chip Kidd is capable of both great and retarded/ugly covers.
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