Pinball, 1973 by Haruki Murakami

“We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died long ago. Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And, when death claimed me no doubt I would walk along by the faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness.”
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5 thoughts on “Pinball, 1973 by Haruki Murakami”

  1. Murakami is the perfect way to start off the new year 🙂 I have this one sitting on my shelf – so, I'm eager to find out what you think of it.

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  2. I have begun to read Kafka on the Shore and so far am loving it! As is so often the case, I wonder now what made me hesitate? In fact it's an instantly engaging and compelling story. How nice that we have both begun the year with Murakami! And a very happy New Year indeed to you and yours, dear Bellezza.

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