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Quick! How do you know when a new Murakami book is coming out?

When it's excerpted in The Guardian of course! Woohoo!
I don't think most people would like my personality. There might be a few - very few, I would imagine - who are impressed by it, but only rarely would anyone like it. Who in the world could possibly have warm feelings for a person who doesn't compromise, who instead, whenever a problem crops up, locks himself away alone in a closet? But is it ever possible for a professional writer to be liked by people? For me, at least, being disliked by someone, hated and despised, somehow seems more natural. Not that I'm relieved when that happens. Even I'm not happy when someone dislikes me.
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  1. Anonymous20/6/08 7:29 pm

    Ted: At the risk of sounding illiterate, I dipped into his short story collection but found him incredibly depressing. Given how prone I am to melancholy, I put the book aside after a couple of stories. Having said that, there was one story that I loved: the one where the young waitress has a conversation with her eccentric boss.

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  2. Ted Mahsun21/6/08 2:15 am

    Talk about synchronicity! Lydia Teh just recently blogged about how Blind Willow was so depressing as well! :D

    I mentioned in the comments that Murakami is definitely not for everyone. I'm beginning to think that Murakami hits a chord with a younger crowd? Perhaps the teens to late-Twenties.

    In any case, I also liked that story with the waitress. It's a typical quirky Murakami short, that one.

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  3. Anonymous23/6/08 10:37 pm

    Ni mogok seni ke apa? Lama tak update.

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  4. Ted Mahsun24/6/08 1:30 pm

    Mogok seni! haha! Tak lah... tengah bosan, takde mood nak blog-blog ni.

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