"Thinking about the spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing"
- Haruki Murakami 'The Year of Spaghetti'
Murakami is GOD. Period.
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.
9 comments:
Almost seems like Murakami has been Touched by His Noodly Appendage.
heh: :-). Yes, exactly. Pastafaris of the world unite! You have nothing to lose but your penne.
And I was gloating here thinking that its a subscription only story!
no fiction on the new yorker has been subscription only, for the true hacker ...ahem... seeker.
murakami again... yipee!
BM: Ah well, I thought I would get you a 36 week print subscription for X'mas. No point now, I guess :)
The moment I saw "spaghetti", I thought about Murakami. (The Wind-up Bird Chronicle comes to mind.) You are so right! Murakami is GOD! Some time back I wrote about a Murakami novel.
And god is in the details. I love the way Murakami describes details.
Veena / Black Mamba: I thought the fiction was usually available online - except when it's part of a book (as with the extract from Coetzee's Slow Man / Capote's 'new' book). Veena, think you should still get her the subscription, without it she's missing out on things like Woody Allen's hilarious take on (I suspect) In Cold Blood (BM: You owe me $ 10 for the plug)
AFJ / Mru / BM: Can you believe that this man has had three short stories published in the New Yorker in six months. Talk about overachievers.
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