"That's what we all do: endlessly take the long way around."
Haruki Murakami
"Yesterday"
Men Without Women
I just finished the second (of 7) stories in this collection. This $25.95 collection. Which I dont actually resent in a personal sense --since I got it from the library for free---but still . . . . why do writers let that shit happen? Tom Petty wouldn't stand for it.
But anyway, this is only my third Murakami book (Kafka on the Shore and Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki & His Years of Pilgrimage being my other two 1 ). So far so good.
I am a little upset about the title, since I wanted that for the title of my short story collection, and I had just gotten over the whole Hemingway's thing a minute or two ago when this happened. But what the fuck. There are plenty of other titles in the sea. Something from Shakespeare, maybe. That seems to work out for lots of folks.
1 Which is surprising. But I did start The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and Norwegian Wood, but pooped out on the former when it got into some incredibly disgusting cruelty and just kind of wandered away from the latter for no discernible reason . . . certainly not dissatisfaction with the narrative.
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