Where TWUBC was sometimes confusing, KOTS instead is more intimate. Its been some years since I read it now, but I think it definitely has the same feel and the same mystery of TWUBC, but its scaled back. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle Haruki Murakami Published by Vintage Publishing, United Kingdom, London (1998) ISBN 10: 186046470X ISBN 13: 9781860464706 Used Paperback Quantity: 1 Seller: WorldofBooks (Goring-By-Sea, WS, United Kingdom) Rating Seller Rating: Book Description Paperback. 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 was also my Murakami gateway, followed by KOTS immediately after. 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. 456 quotes from The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: Without a true self, though, a person can not go on living. They possess the light, while I am in the process of losing it. Translated into English by Jay Rubin, the novel is a bildungsroman that features Toru, a bored young man living a basic life in Tokyo. They are up there, on the face of the earth I am down here, in the bottom of a well. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle is a modern classic novel by renowned Japanese author Haruki Murakami. 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. Things are too obvious to think about, just as I used to do (or not do).

Haruki Murakami, quote from The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. And they think - if they think at all - that these of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four oclock in the morning. Preparing dinner, boarding trains for home. That pale autumn light, they must be walking down streets, going to the store for things, 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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