Dance Dance Dance
Haruki Murakami
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0679753796
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this propulsive novel, one of the most idiosyncratically brilliant writers at work in any language fuses science fiction, the hard-boiled thriller, and white-hot satire into a new element of the literary periodic table.
As he searches for a mysteriously vanished girlfriend, Haruki Murakami's protagonist plunges into a wind tunnel of sexual violence and metaphysical dread in which he collides with call girls; plays chaperone to a lovely teenaged psychic; and receives cryptic instructions from a shabby but oracular Sheep Man. Dance Dance Dance is a tense, poignant, and often hilarious ride through the cultural Cuisinart that is contemporary Japan, a place where everything that is not up for sale is up for grabs.
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don't sound like you have much vim and vigor,» I said. «Oh really?» «Oh really?» «What's with you?» «What's with you?» «Stop mimicking me.» «Who's mimicking you? I'm just a mental echo, a figment of your imagination. A rebound to demonstrate the fullness of our conversation.» «Dumb as usual,» said Yuki. «You're acting like a child.» «Not so. I'm solid with deep inner reflection and prag-matic spirit. I'm echo as metaphor. The game is the message. This is of a different order than child's
No lights. No closet. No bath. No bed. He must've slept on the floor, wrapped in his sheep costume. There was barely enough room to walk. The floor was lit-tered with yellowing old books and newspapers and scrap-books filled with clippings. Some were worm-eaten, falling apart at their bind-ings. All, from what I could tell, having to do with the history of sheep in Hokkaido. All, probably, from the archive at the old Dolphin Hotel. The sheep refer-ence room, which the owner's father, the Sheep
efficient? I've got the knack, the know-how, the stance, the punch, all that. I don't mind that aspect.» «Uh-huh.» «If the level of the job is low enough, it's very simple any-way.» «Hmm,» he mused, pausing several seconds. «You think up that phrase, 'shoveling snow'?» «I did,» I said. «Mind if I use it somewhere? It's an interesting expres-sion.» «Go right ahead. I didn't take out a copyright on it.» «It's exactly the way I feel sometimes,» said Makimura, fingering his earlobe. «That it
told me was where the tax accountant fit in. Maybe my mother never heard about debts and deductions. Well, I got plenty of both. Which means I gotta work and I can't go to Hawaii with you. Sorry, once you get me going I can't stop.» «That's okay, I don't mind,» I said. «Anyway, it's my problem, not yours. We'll go together the next time, okay? I'm going to miss you. Take care o yourself.» «It's just Hawaii,» I laughed. «I'll be back in a week.» «Still. Give me a call when you get back, will
chic?), the accom-modations were exceedingly comfortable. Convenient to the beach. Tenth-floor tranquillity, with view of the horizon. Sea-view terrace for sunbathing. Kitchenette spacious, clean, outfitted with every appliance from microwave to dish-washer. Yuki had the room next door, a little smaller than mine. We stocked up on beer and California wine and fruit and juice, plus sandwich fixings. Things we could take to the beach. And then we spent whole days on the beach, hardly talking.