Haruki Murakami, Memory, and the Seven-Year Novel

Throughout my adult life, I’ve been drawn to the novels of the Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami. For some reason, his novels, and the experiences that I’ve had while reading them, remain quite vivid in my mind. There was the time in the summer of 2009 when I sat poolside, watching the lap-swimmers paddle from oneContinue reading “Haruki Murakami, Memory, and the Seven-Year Novel”

Wandering and Wading into Translation

Do you ever go to bookstores and wander? I do. I can spend hours looking at the spines of books, careening forward to read a low-laying title, kneeling and stooping to make sure I didn’t miss a book, maybe the book that I will eventually leave with. Last week I went to the bookstore toContinue reading “Wandering and Wading into Translation”