Resulta que tengo Cablevision Digital. Dulce ayer sintonizo el canal 940 de jazz clásico. La encontré dormida en la cama y la desperté para ver una película. Pero se fue al aeropuerto por Felicia y entonces yo tome su lugar. Oí jazz desde las ocho de la noche del lunes hasta las nueve de la mañana de hoy martes, mas de la mitad del tiempo lo pase dormida y cuando desperté seguía la música, esto coincide con estar leyendo Al sur de la frontera, al oeste del Sol de Murakami. Haijme el dueño del bar de jazz en Tokio tomó otra dimensión después de estas horas escuchando canciones como The Star Crossed Lovers o Embraceable You.
http://www.randomhouse.com/features/murakami/site.php?id=
http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/Tokio/blues/fue/solo/experimento/elpepucul/20070226elpepicul_1/Tes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOprsE0Hozs
http://www.randomhouse.com/features/murakami/site.php?id=
http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/Tokio/blues/fue/solo/experimento/elpepucul/20070226elpepicul_1/Tes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOprsE0Hozs
South of the Border, West of the Sun
In South of the Border, West of the Sun, the simple arc of a man's life--with its attendant rhythms of success and disappointment--becomes the exquisite literary terrain of Haruki Murakami's most haunting work. Born in 1951 in an affluent Tokyo suburb, Hajime--beginning in Japanese--has arrived at middle age wanting for almost nothing. The postwar years have brought him a fine marriage, two daughters, and an enviable career as the proprietor of two jazz clubs. Yet a nagging sense of inauthenticity about his success threatens Hajime's happiness. And a boyhood memory of a wise, lonely girl named Shimamoto clouds his heart. When Shimamoto shows up one rainy night, now a breathtaking beauty with a secret from which she is unable to escape, the fault lines of doubt in Hajime's quotidian existence begin to give way. And the details of stolen moments past and present--a Nat King Cole melody, a face pressed against a window, a handful of ashes drifting downriver to the sea--threaten to undo him completely. Rich, mysterious, quietly dazzling, South of the Border, West of the Sun is Haruki Murakami's wisest and most compelling fiction.
In South of the Border, West of the Sun, the simple arc of a man's life--with its attendant rhythms of success and disappointment--becomes the exquisite literary terrain of Haruki Murakami's most haunting work. Born in 1951 in an affluent Tokyo suburb, Hajime--beginning in Japanese--has arrived at middle age wanting for almost nothing. The postwar years have brought him a fine marriage, two daughters, and an enviable career as the proprietor of two jazz clubs. Yet a nagging sense of inauthenticity about his success threatens Hajime's happiness. And a boyhood memory of a wise, lonely girl named Shimamoto clouds his heart. When Shimamoto shows up one rainy night, now a breathtaking beauty with a secret from which she is unable to escape, the fault lines of doubt in Hajime's quotidian existence begin to give way. And the details of stolen moments past and present--a Nat King Cole melody, a face pressed against a window, a handful of ashes drifting downriver to the sea--threaten to undo him completely. Rich, mysterious, quietly dazzling, South of the Border, West of the Sun is Haruki Murakami's wisest and most compelling fiction.
Inmersa en la melodica, Penelope
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