Saturday, 31 March 2012

seventeen.

Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami (1988)

 “Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougota dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop,wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, gottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou'retired, tiredandscared. Happensoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop....Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays.”

 A man is trying to find out the truth about his ex-lover and he goes back to the hotel in Sapporo where they had stayed previously. Only the hotel isn't the same. Instead of the run down small hotel, there is an enormous shiny new hotel. And the staff isn't pleased when he asks about the other hotel.

But one of the receptionists is nice to him, and they become friendly. She also asks him for a favour when he leaves; could he look after a 13 year old girl on the way back to Tokyo? This girl, abandoned by her famous parents, and the man become friends, a friendship that will take them to Hawaii. And as their friendship evolves, the man is still looking for clues about his ex-lover.

Another great book from Murakami! I don't know why I haven't read more Murakami, there are three unread ones in my shelf, but I guess it's good to save some for later. I don't think I really got the end right, but it doesn't matter as the journey there was such a delight to read. 

It is definitely the characters that made this book. He described them so well that they came alive in my head. And yes, the Sheep Man scared the hell out of me.

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