However, confined during the home quarantine, I don’t have any chance at all to meet face-to-face with books, conduct my bookish ritual, and form first impressions. In fact, I was not able to buy any print books for four months (April to July) because of government policies that severely affected domestic and international shipping. When local couriers seem to start getting back on their feet recently, I started browsing local bookstores online. But without my usual physical process of checking on books before buying them, I was at the mercy of book reviewers on Goodreads, Amazon, and their blogs.
One of these books is Haruki Murakami’s Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, which I bought from a local online seller after great hesitation. I heard of Haruki Murakami all right. He is everywhere−online and as regular visual merchandise in local bookstores. Many of my friends and students read his works. Unarguably, his works are selling like hotcakes in the Philippines. As I am not the type to easily join trending bandwagons, I intentionally arrived late to the party. And instead of picking up his novels right away, the way others did, like the daunting 1Q84 or the recommended Kafka on the Shore, I got his 436-page paperback copy of Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman published in 2006 by Vintage.
Doing this had certain advantages and disadvantages. Reading a short story collection of a new-to-me writer gives me an idea of his/her writing style and helps me decide if I should read his/her longer fiction. But if the reading experience is contrary to what I expected, there is a chance I won’t decide to pursue his/her other works and thus I might have missed out on reading possibly masterpieces in their own right.
Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman is an odd little mix. There are 26 short stories; others are surprisingly short, others expectedly long. For me, I can describe some stories as odd because they have, to varying degrees, little to zero plot, such as Dabchick or even in The Year of Spaghetti. But it is in these seemingly plotless short stories that I discovered the writer’s talent, skill, and courage. There is no doubt that Mr. Murakami can write and weave a story like a baker kneading a dough. And he writes mechanically well.
His courage is shown in the way he ends his stories the way he does, not too abrupt, just a quiet paragraph in receding vibrations, like an actress bowing gracefully after a deathly scene, inflecting with elegant finality before an audience wanting more or an encore. Another display of courage is the variety of stories--some fantasy, some romance, some stream of consciousness, some memories--and in each take, Mr. Murakami does not force any moralistic values or lessons. It simply is because it is what it is and that is it.
This prompted me to severely uproot myself from my rigid preconception of contemporary short stories and deal with Mr. Murakami’s stories like how I would welcome new students under my wing: they are their own persons, creative and unique in their own way. Reading Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman was indeed an illuminating experience.
Some of my favorites are A Folklore for My Generation: A Prehistory of Late-Stage Capitalism, Man-eating Cats, The Seventh Man, Nausea 1979, Tony Takitani, The Ice Man, and Chance Traveller.
I find in Mr. Murakami an interesting writer whose works I want to read in order to know him more. I find myself thinking about some of his stories during unusual times while taking a break from work. I picked up for the first time his novel titled After Dark. It is interesting, not mind-blowing…but that will be a review for another day. //By Nancy Cudis
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This is my first Haruki Murakami book. It's one of his short story collections, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, which has 26 short stories in it. After reading this, I can understand a little the craze over his novels. I mean, because his short stories are creative and calming and most of them memorable, I'm sure his other works exact the same qualities. But I think I erred in choosing my first Murakami book; I should have just plunged into his novels instead. His short stories in this collection are to me sort of hit and miss. Some are remarkable, like A Folklore for My Generation: A Prehistory of Late-Stage Capitalism; Man-eating Cats; Nausea 1979; and Tony Takitani. Some stories I struggled to understand when I shouldn't because Mr. Murakami seems to make a point that not all stories should have lessons in them, that moments in life happen simply because they do (no need to fret over cause and effect), making me realize how severely I grew up with moralistic plots. I'm not one for bookish hypes and crazes but I think I'll indulge myself in one of his novels once I get my hands on a print copy after the quarantine is over. So, in these trying times, there's always something to look forward to. #harukimurakami #vintagebooks #blindwillowsleepingwoman #japaneseliterature #bookworm #bookstagram #books #reading