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

Murakami, like sushi, green tea, and all things Japanese, is an acquired taste (to me, at least). I started out with Norwegian Wood (didn’t quite like it), then to After Dark (not bad, one of my favourites!), dived head first without warning into Kafka On The Shore (because too many crazy metaphors and magical realism which slightly shocked my system), to Sputnik Sweetheart (painful to read at parts but achingly beautiful at parts too), to Hard-Boiled Wonderland and The End of the World, and then decided to try his non-fiction, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. 

And I have to say it’s one of my favourite non-fiction works. Maybe because it’s the rare moment we get to take a sneak peek into his mind and understand his world better. He talks about his routine, how he views running similar to writing, and in that vein, life itself. It’s private and calm Murakami. And I love every bit of his honesty.

I then returned to his strange world of fiction with open arms in 1Q84, Strange Library, Colourless Tsukuru Tazaki… and I’m now looking forward to reading Men without Women – the title is enough to pique my curiosity. Though I’m secretly hoping for another non-fiction work by him. Perhaps the older I get the more comforted and inclined I am to reality, hur hur.

 

 

 

 

Title: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Author: Haruki Murakami 
Publisher: Vintage International
Year of Publication: 2009

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