A review by owen_schmidt
A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami

slow-paced

3.25

Favorite lines:

I was twenty-nine years old. In six months my twenties would be over. A whole decade since living here. One big blank. Not one thing of value had I gotten out of it, not one meaningful thing had I done. Boredom was all there was.
How were things before? Surely there had to have been something positive. Had there been anything that really moved me, anything that really moved anyone? Maybe, but it was all gone now. Lost, perhaps meant to be lost. Nothing I can do about it, got to let it go. - p. 101

I turned on the television and watched the news. There was no report of any explosion on any mountain. But wait, did that explosion happen yesterday? What on earth had I done for one whole day? Where had I been? My brain throbbed.
Well, one day had passed in any case.
In just this way, one day at a time, I learned how to distance myself from “memory.” Until that day in the uncertain future when a distant voice calls from out of the lacquer blackness.
I switched off the television and toppled over onto the bed with my shoes still on. All alone, I stared up at the stain-blotched ceiling. Reminders of persons long dead and forgotten. - p. 350