Forecasting Marvel...
It is true that technology is taking us many places we might not want to go nowadays. The statistics for lewd material searches online is enough to make you lose faith in the marvel of technology. But every once in a while, a bit of something shows up through the crack on the wall that makes us happy we are alive to see the advances of the human mind. Case in point: the weather forecast on the television news. This morning the woman who does the weather report called for a beautiful dawn full of red colors, etc. She explained how the atmospheric conditions were in place for a glorious sun up. And sure enough, there it was, with the exactitude of her prediction... just outside my classroom window. The sky was streaked with high cumulonimbus clouds and a vivid red sun painted everything with a bright crimson juice. It was absolutely one of the best starts of the day this year.
I have to pace myself with the stories in "Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman." Murakami writes with the ease of a poet. One of the stories dealt with a young woman taking a cart of dinner to an incapacitated man in a room. He makes her wish for something (since it was her birthday), she does but never reveals what she wished for to the narrator of the story. The possibilities are endless and one is left to construct what the wish might have been by the personality traits of the woman in question. It a very nice story to read. I left the book at home today since I have tons of work in the classroom and also grades are due today. I will comeback to quote directly some of the most fabulous passages from the stories I have read. There are 24 stories all told, but it doesn't seem to be taking that long to read. 300+ pages of truly excellent literature.
Labels: Haruki Murakami, reading, weather report
2 Comments:
I want that book!!! This was such a great post today. I could picture your view out your classroom window! Thank you.
I agree with Orange Blossom that this was such an enjoyable read. :-)
Murakami works the imagination, doesn't he.
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