“How I longed to go into the town. Longed to meet the real you. “The town is surrounded by a high wall so it‘s very hard to enter,” you said. “And going out is even harder.”
“How I longed to go into the town. Longed to meet the real you. “The town is surrounded by a high wall so it‘s very hard to enter,” you said. “And going out is even harder.”
“You were the one who told me about the town. On that summer evening we were heading up the river, the sweet fragrance of grass wafting over us. We passed over several little weirs that held back the flowing sand, stopping from time to time to gaze at the delicate silvery fish wriggling in the pools. We had both been barefoot for a while. The cold water washed over our ankles, while the fine sand at the bottom of the river enveloped our feet like
I‘m a Murakami fan, but I just could not get into this story. Bailing, but I may try it again when I‘m feeling smarter.
Libraries, jazz, literary references, ambiguity, cats. A very Murakami-esque novel but not one of my favorites. If you love his writing you will probably appreciate it. But some of the themes, reality vs dreams, consciousness, loneliness, love etc are tackled in better ways in his other novels.
3.5 stars. First read of 2025
First book of the year
A great nonfiction book that I would have in my classroom. It is an inspirational story about Rosa Parks who stayed in her seat on the bus instead of moving when asked.
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I hope I'm not too late to play this
2/ City and It's Uncertain Walls - what a brilliant title, just caught my eye, so I'm intrigued
1/ that would be a room with ambient lighting, a fire going on the background, the one that crackles, coffee and a stack of books, yeah, a nice dream 😂 reality where ever I can fit it in