The art of being Californian, it seems, is to cultivate a loose-limbed insouciance while secretly working away like a frantic ant.

--Richard Fortey The Earth: An Intimate History

Monday, January 5, 2009

Wind-Up Bird Revolution

Okay, so about 7 or 8 years ago, my friend lent me Murakami's Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. I enjoyed it immensely, and it started me on a huge love for Japanese literature in general and a huge love for Murakami books in particular.

A few months ago, I met another avid reader. He asked me what my top 5 desert island authors would be, and I included Murakami on the list. Intrigued, he asked me to recommend a Murakami book for him. Now all of Murakami's books are really good, but Wind-Up Bird is very close to my heart, it's being my first and all. So, of course, I lent him the copy I had.

He loved this book so much that 50 pages into it, he bought his own copy for annotating purposes. His ardor for the book was such that I decided to reread it.

Since beginning to read (on his part) and reread (on my part) that book, I have discovered a strange, deep-underground society that is rabidly in love with Wind-Up Bird.

My new avid reader friend even had a man menacingly approach him, demanding why he was reading the book and where he had got it. Apparently, the menacing man had been giving the book by a mysterious woman (not me) a few years ago. The book changed his life.

Wind-Up Bird is now circulating amongst new avid reader friend's friends (who I guess are also my friends now since I hang out with them too). It is sparking much discussion about storytelling and reality in this postmodern world.

Any other secret Murakami fans? Anything to add?


  1. Ummmm...just indulged in your latest blogs for the last 25 minutes or so, and I have to say: You are amazing. Let's wrap this shiz up and bind it, shall we? I see a Chesea Handler-esque "Are you there vodka?" memoir in the works (except with recipes and an intellectual spin---would Chelsea be angered by that last part? Nah.)