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All God's Children Can Dance.

"All God's Children Can Dance" is a short story from Haruki Murakami's after the quake. I've already read the book, but for some reason I can't remember what the story was about. Now, via Five Branch Tree, I find out that director Robert Logevall has gone and made a movie out of it.

Hurray! Bet that'll refresh my memory.
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  1. Anonymous13/3/07 11:14 am

    You really do seem to have a thing for Murakami :)

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  2. Ted Mahsun13/3/07 11:25 am

    Yes! I want to have his babies! Curse my maleness! Curses and plagues!

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  3. Anonymous13/3/07 2:18 pm

    It's about the guy with the big penis who tries to look for his dad and ends up dancing in the baseball field.

    :D

    I am reading After the Quake now.

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  4. Ted Mahsun13/3/07 2:23 pm

    Thanks Jenn! I really have to read it again... did I read on autopilot last time I wonder...

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  5. Anonymous14/3/07 12:33 am

    Damn you Murakami lover! Tanizaki is the only way to go! Murakami is a hack. Peace out, yo.

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  6. Kenny Mah14/3/07 12:03 pm

    Hey Ted, sorry about this comment unrelated to your post, but since the spammer struck my blog again, and this time used Kok's name (don't worry I've deleted the comments), I'm now moderating comments on my blog.

    When I comment on Blogger blogs like yours I will sign in with my Blogger account so you can tell it's me cos of the picture and the blog url (lifeforbeginners.blogspot.com which redirects to my Wordpress blog).

    A bit troublesome but the last thing I want is for the spammer to come and kacau my blog-friends.

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  7. Ted Mahsun14/3/07 3:09 pm

    Okays, Kenny, thanks for the note.

    As for you, anonymous... I was wondering when the Japanese Literary Elite (JLE) would turn up!

    Since the last time we battled, I have enlisted the aid of 7 different Super Sentai teams, each equipped with a Super Mecha of their own! Do your worst... your anti-Murakami propaganda are no match for my army of Super Sentai!

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