Diese Einkaufsfunktion wird weiterhin Artikel laden. Um aus diesem Karussell zu navigieren, benutzen Sie bitte Ihre Überschrift-Tastenkombination, um zur nächsten oder vorherigen Überschrift zu navigieren.
Haruki Murakamis Karriere begann 1974 an einem warmen Frühlingstag: Während eines Baseballspiels kam ihm die Inspiration zu seinem ersten Roman. Es war der Start einer beeindruckenden literarischen Laufbahn des 1949 in Kyoto geborenen Autors. Nach seinem Abschluss an der Waseda-Universität in Tokio betrieb er zunächst eine kleine Jazzbar. Später verbrachte er mehrere Jahre als freier Schriftsteller und Dozent in Princeton, USA. Murakamis Leidenschaft für die Literatur kennt, im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes, keine Grenzen - übersetzt er doch auch berühmte Kollegen wie John Irving ins Japanische.
"Loaded with mystery, mysticism, sex and rock'n'roll... Fast-moving and funny... The narrative voice pulls like a diesel" Los Angeles Times; "There are novelists who dare to imagine the future but none are as scrupulously, amusingly up-to-the-minute as Murakami" Newsday
An assault on the senses, part murder mystery, part metaphysical speculation; a fable for our times as catchy as a rock song blasting from the window of a sports car.
-- Dieser Text bezieht sich auf eine andere Ausgabe: Taschenbuch.
5 stars doesn't do justice to this novel. It has been some six months since I put the book down and it shall be many, many years before I pick up another book that will catch my imagination so. Despite what other reviewers have written, I say that this is the finest of Murakami's works. No questions. That's all. Never before have I felt so enveloped by a written work. It kept me warm during the cold weeks of a Japanese January and the very mention of this novel or it's author sends me scurrying back to my blankets, on my futon, inside my futon closet (of all places). Emerging from this novel was like emerging from the most perfect of dreams. A worthwhile meal. A delicious Christmas.
This is one of the most enjoyable books I've ever read. Murakami is splendid in plot, substance, and literary style. The metaphor of "shoveling snow" is especially an apt description of the world today. Actually, one of the greatest feats of Murakami is that he is able to mix the fantastical with the ever so real and mundane reality of everyday life. This book is about a 30-ish protagonist search for his ex-girlfriend and the various people he encounters and adventures he undergoes in the search. In the book Murkami takes you from neon-lighted districts of hip modern Tokyo to darkened chambers in Haiwaii. Despite its various adventures in psychic wonderland, you are never out of touch with the capitalist modern Tokyo whose lifestyle is emblematic of that in New York or any other modern city. This books is on par with Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World and loads better than his earlier novels--Norweigian Wood, Pinball 1973, Hear the Wind Sing. A definite read.
The story of the protagonist, the Rat, and J continued with the novels "Hear The Wind Sing," "Pinball 1973," and "A Wild Sheep Chase," with Murakami's style reaching new heights each time. Just when I thought "A Wild Sheep Chase" couldn't be surpassed, along comes another sequel, "Dance Dance Dance" which is probably the best book I've ever read. I stayed up all night reading it the first time around and now I'm enjoying reading it again. This book is rich with wonderfully developed new characters, humor, and a mystery that is utterly encaptivating.
Murakami has cashed in on the deserved success of A Wild SheepChase by writing what is superficially a sequel. He grabs a couple ofthe old characters, but quickly drops them. He introduces several new people, but he doesn't do much with them either. He's a writer desperately trying to clutch at wacky sub plots to bolster a weak central story. He alludes to everybody from Agatha Christie to Nabokov and sprays us with hundreds of empty references to popular culture. Where the quirky characters in the Sheep novel propelled the protagonist through the book, here they are just quirky for the sake of it. The one armed Vietnam vet/poet with a talent for making sandwiches is a fairly desperate apology for the author's lack of imagination: the guy has clearly escaped from a lesser writer's menagerie - perhaps an early Ben Elton book. Murakami borrows liberally from other writers and has a lot of pastiche, self-parody and self-deprecation. The novel has a minor character called Hiraku Makimura a novelist (the same age as Haruki Murakami) who by his own admission writes "crap novels". The character used to be the bright young thing of Japanese literature but now everybody has seen through him and he is reduced to cashing in on earlier successes by regurgitating old material! You can't accuse Murakami of taking himself as seriously as some of his readers do! I enjoyed the book and would recommend it to anybody who wants a light read, but my earlier reading of Murakami had led me to hope for something more challenging and ambitious. In this novel he's just treading water. The protagonist is likeable, sympathetic and a wonderful companion for this 400 page ride.Lesen Sie weiter... ›
After I read Dance, Dance, Dance from cover to cover and over and over in Japanese. I find that it is exciting the translation version is available. First of all, I must gave the credit to the translator, who did its best to translate the "thinking" of the writer, not just word-to-word conversion. However, it is hard and often impossible to translate the culture and racial mind-set into different language. For the English version, it lack of excitement and sadness of what I proceeded from the original version.
This is the third book of Murakami's I've read in the last several months - the other two being The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles (Wonderful) and A Wild Sheep Chase (Great). However, about halfway through Dance, Dance, Dance I realized that there was very little difference between the three books in terms of the general features of the plot: Disaffected 30-something guy looking for a missing woman and/or abandoned by same, psychic teen-age girl, spacey hookers, comings and goings between various layers of reality, etc. For a writer with the supposed breadth this guy has, you'd think he could do a little more in terms of exploring other ideas. Also, this book just didn't read as well as the other two - whether it was the translation or simply the way it was written, I have no way of knowing. But several times I found myself cringing at the awkward turns of phrase that kept turning up. I thought the last 70 pages or so of the book were very good, but the vast majority of the remainder seemed to consist of pointless meandering. I've rated his other books five stars but this one gets two for the following reasons: (1) It's simply not anywhere as good as the other two, and (2) I'm totally burned out on the overall theme that has been repeated in all three.