And then I feel a dull ache in the chest, as if something inside there is being squeezed to death. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami 264,907 ratings, average rating, 18,261 reviews Open Preview Browse By Tag. Cái gì mua c bng tin thì phi b tin mua, ng n o hn thit. Sometimes I feel that I may never find my way back to that world, that I may never again be able to feel the peace of being enveloped in the light, that I may never again be able to hold the cat's soft body in my arms. Quotes are added by the Goodreads community and are not verified by Goodreads. They possess the light, while I am in the process of losing it. They are up there, on the face of the earth I am down here, in the bottom of a well. Accepting and accepted, they live with one another beneath that light, and whether it lasts forever or for a moment, there must be a kind of closeness while they are enveloped in the light. They are the vaguelyĭefined 'people,' and I used to be a nameless one among them.

Where TWUBC was sometimes confusing, KOTS instead is more intimate. It's been some years since I read it now, but I think it definitely has the same feel and the same mystery of TWUBC, but it's scaled back. Things are too obvious to think about, just as I used to do (or not do). The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle was also my Murakami gateway, followed by KOTS immediately after. And they think - if they think at all - that these Preparing dinner, boarding trains for home. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle is many things: the story of a marriage that mysteri- ously collapses a jeremiad against the su- perficiality of contemporary politics an investigation of painfully suppressed memo- ries of war a bildungsroman about a com- passionate young mans search for his own identity as well as that of his nation. That pale autumn light, they must be walking down streets, going to the store for things, 456 quotes from The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: Without a true self, though, a person can not go on living.

Looking up at it, I think about the October evening world, where 'people' must be going about their lives. Things down here stay very still, keeping their original forms, as if under tremendous pressure, unchanged from day to day.Ī round slice of light floats high above me: the evening sky.

“The well bottom is like the bottom of the sea.

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