I just wrapped up “South of the Border, West of the Sun” by Haruki Murakami.\u00a0 As it has been with all the previous novels, I loved it.\u00a0 This novel is perhaps the most linear of the novels I’ve read so far.\u00a0 An interesting tid-bit about this novel:\u00a0 Murakami wrote this book while he lived in America for a few years during the 90s.<\/p>\n
When I read, I normally have my moleskine somewhere nearby, and I often write down passages that move me while I read.\u00a0 Here are a few from this novel that moved me:<\/p>\n
She gazed at me steadily as I talked.\u00a0 Something about her expression pulled people in.\u00a0 It was as if–this is something I thought of only later, of course–she were gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person’s heart, a very sensual feeling.\u00a0 Her lips changed ever so slightly with each change in her expression, and I could catch a glimpse deep within her eyes of a faint light, like a tiny candly flickering in the dark, narrow room.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
I stood there a long time, gazing at the rainswept streets.\u00a0 Once again I was a twelve-year-old boy staring for hours at the rain.\u00a0 Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality.\u00a0 Rain has the power to hypnotize.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Her eyes were like a deep spring in the shade of cliffs, which no breeze could ever reach.\u00a0 Nothing moved there, everything was still.\u00a0 Look closely, and you could just begin to make out the scene reflected in the water’s surface.<\/p>\n
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I just wrapped up “South of the Border, West of the Sun” by Haruki Murakami.\u00a0 As it has been with all the previous novels, I loved it.\u00a0 This novel is perhaps the most linear of the novels I’ve read so far.\u00a0 An interesting tid-bit about this novel:\u00a0 Murakami wrote this book while he lived in … <\/p>\n