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newyorkthegoldenage · 6 months
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Gordin's Chess & Checkers Center, at 216 W. 42nd St,, next door to the New Amsterdam Theater, 1955.
Photo: Hulton Archive/Old New York FB
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strykerlancer · 1 month
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“Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.”
— Haruki Murakami, from “Men Without Women.”
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sunsetquotes · 2 years
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The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.
Ernest Hemingway; Men Without Women
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qvotable · 1 year
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The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.
Ernest Hemingway; Men Without Women
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Life is strange, isn't it? You can be totally entranced by the glow of something one minute, be willing to sacrifice everything to make it yours, but then a little time passes, or your perspective changes a bit, and all of a sudden you're shocked at how faded it appears. What was I looking at? you wonder.
– Haruki Murakami, Sheherazade (from Men without Women)
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sirius-you-know · 9 months
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I'm enjoying life
*cuts to me reading Murakami on a rainy day, alone in my little room
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reading-cat · 2 months
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Men Without Women
So, I started reading Murakami.
I’ve been meaning to for a few years now, but to be honest his books intimidate me quite a bit. Not just the length, but also the way people talk about them, this air of elitism that surrounds them, how his books are deep and philosophical and sure, while he might be a bit sexist at times, everything else about his writing is top tier.
Men without women is a collecting of short stories that I picked up because of my book club. I was a bit confused by the genre, since I’ve heard that Murakami writes mostly magical realism. This was all contemporary fiction, which left me a bit disappointed.
Did I hate this book? No, not really. Did I like it? Definitely not. The only story that really touched me was Yesterday. Otherwise, there was too much sex, cheating and a weird hyperfixation on erection.
And now, I’m unsure. Is this just a bad Murakami book and not representative of his writing or am I just too asexual for his works.
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oddlywiredsoul · 10 days
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"The place you return to is always slightly different from the place you left. That’s the rule. It can never be exactly the same.”
- Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women
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myhikari21things · 1 month
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Read of Men Without Women by Haruki Murakami (2014) (228pgs)
Translated from Japanese
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honey-bri-books · 2 years
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Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.
Haruki Murakami (Translated by Ted Goossen) from Samsa in Love
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theaskew · 3 months
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Men Without Women by Haruki Murakami.
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k03mbi · 1 year
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The fragrance of the breeze, the tone of the light, the tiny flowers in the grass, the subtle reverberations that accompanied sounds: all these told me that autumn had come again, increasing the distance between me and the dead with each cycle of the seasons.
Kizuki was still 17 and Naoko 21: forever
- Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
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lunajang8 · 1 year
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“I wasn't hurt enough when I should have been. When I should have felt real pain, I stifled it. I didn't want to take it on, so I avoided facing up to it. Which is why my heart is so empty now. The snakes have grabbed that spot and are trying to hide their coldly beating hearts there.”
—Haruki Murakami, Kino (Men Without Women)
I relate to this on a deeper level. The last few years has been really hard for me, leaving me struggling to cope. It's either I have to wear my little rose-colored glasses or sink into the depths of my depression. In the end I had no choice but to take the former, but instead of adapting optimism, I've realized all this time all I've ever done was shut down and suppress my emotions that I ever hardly feel them. When I should have felt sad, disappointed, or mad, what merely surfaced is my disconnection to my emotions. I have tucked them away; zipped in a bag with my dirty laundry and my baggages in the dark corner of my being. Maybe that's why all this time, despite not being blacked out and bruised, I do not feel relieved nor satisfied. I feel nothing and in result, everything seems empty.
I hope that everyone will be able to wrap their selves when it comes to pain. It is definitely exhausting to constantly have sadness as your emotion. Sometimes, you have to question life if it really needs to throw another suffering at your face? Will it matter? Will it really help me be a stronger person? I do not know as well.
I'm just the same, I only cling to the hope that all's well that ends well.
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aurorasholy · 1 year
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Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women
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lostdeadpoets · 2 years
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“The proposition that we can look into another person's heart with perfect clarity strikes me as a fool's game. I don't care how well we think we should understand them, or how much we love them. All it can do is cause us pain. Examining your own heart, however, is another matter. I think it's possible to see what's in there if you work hard enough at it. So in the end maybe that’s the challenge: to look inside your own heart as perceptively and seriously as you can, and to make peace with what you find there. If we hope to truly see another person, we have to start by looking within ourselves”
Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women
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beljar · 2 years
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Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.
Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women, 18 April 2014
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