The collection this short story is from is set just after the Kobe earthquake in , which inevitably creates the clearly somber and hopeless tone of the story. Lastly, another example is when Keisuke says. Who knows when the world is going end? Who can think about the future? The only thing that matters is whether I can get my stomach full right now and get it up right now. All of these feelings were common after the disaster in Kobe, as many people felt hopeless and skeptical of whether life would ever return to how it used to be.
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Junko was watching television when the phone rang a few minutes before midnight. Keisuke sat in the corner of the room wearing headphones, eyes half-closed, head swinging back and forth as his long fingers flew over the strings of his electric guitar.
He was practicing a fast passage and obviously had no idea the phone was ringing. Junko picked up the receiver. You should see all this driftwood! We can make a big one this time. Can you come down? She slipped on a pair of tights and then her jeans.
On top she wore a turtleneck sweater, and she stuffed a pack of cigarettes into the pocket of her woolen coat. Purse, matches, key ring. She nudged Keisuke in the back with her foot. He tore off his headphones. It's February, you know. Twelve o'clock at night! You're going to go make a bonfire now? He turned off his amp, and over his pajamas he put on pants, a sweater, and a down jacket, which he zipped up to his chin. Junko wrapped a scarf around her neck and put on a knitted hat.
The night was cold, but there was no wind at all. Words left their mouths to hang frozen in midair. What's important is now. Who knows when the world is going end? Who can think about the future?
The only thing that matters is whether I can get my stomach full right now and get it up right now. They climbed the steps to the top of the breakwater.
Miyake was down in his usual spot on the beach, collecting driftwood of all shapes and sizes and making a neat pile. One huge log must have taken a major effort to drag to the spot. Landscape with flatiron. Author: Haruki Murakami. Date: Fall From: Ploughshares. Publisher: Ploughshares, Inc. Document Type: Short story. Length: 5, words. I'll be there in ten minutes. I'll go by myself. Give me a minute to change. The light of Access from your library This is a preview.
Get the full text through your school or public library. Source Citation Murakami, Haruki. Accessed 5 June
“Landscape with Flatiron” Write Up by Audrey Deigaard
Haruki Murakami's surreal, metaphysical detective novel, ''The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle'' , was a sort of test of his readers' allegiance: when a character spends 50 pages just sitting at the bottom of a well and trying to clear his head, you're either in or you're out. The novel turned out to be the author's most transfixing work, its prose as plain-spoken as ever but its appetites surprisingly epic and dark, particularly for a book about a guy trying to find his cat. Murakami has released three slim novels here in the last few years, if you count the long-delayed American publication of 's ''Norwegian Wood. None were entirely nourishing. Given the scope of ''The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle,'' the minor-key love stories felt like subplots that had sneaked out of town under cover of darkness and were trying to make a go of it alone.
Landscape with flatiron
Poetry books too are solicited for reviewing. However, there are some genres I tend to avoid. Feel free to ask me. I must mention here that I read at my own pace and depending on my mood. Don't ask me to hurry. Junko had run away from home on her third year in High School from Tokorozawa to this little seaside spot in Ibaraki Prefecture.