arodplatypus 's review for:

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, Haruki Murakami

3.0

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This was a surprisingly mediocre read. It wasn't lyrical; it used plain, economical language (maybe something was lost in translation). I also wasn't impressed with the content, frankly. Maybe it's because I was immersed for quite some time in fitness culture and triathlete culture for a minute, but I didn't find Murakami's observations to be too insightful or even unique. There were also missed opportunities for intriguing content. For example, he mentions a run he had with Irving, but he doesn't relate any of their conversation. Often we lionize authors, though, so it was nice to get a peek into a writer's mundane, relatable life.