the back of the book says it’s about a guy in his late 30s reminiscing on his first love in the late 60s- early 70s but it’s about so much more than that. murakami could write about paint drying and he’d find a way to make it poetic. it brings me comfort that people half a century ago felt the way i do now. murakami is infamous for horribly written women tho, so be forewarned. there’s also a movie if reading isn’t your thing but ive never seen it so i can’t speak to its quality
First book I read in a long time and it was perfect for where I am at in my life. the writing was so beautiful and understated (maybe? not sure I don’t read that much) and the characters were so vibrant and unbelievable in the most mundane way (good thing)
If you’re not familiar, this is the best concert calendar for gigs in nyc. I wish it existed in every city. Some fav venues depending on whats happenin: Baby’s All Right, Union Pool, TV Eye, The Sultan Room, Bowery Ballroom, Music Hall of Williamsburg Jazz, etc: Ornithology, Small’s, Nublu, Barbès, LunAtico
