Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
(Sprache: Englisch)
The #1 New York Times bestselling new novel from the internationally acclaimed author, his first since 1Q84.
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The #1 New York Times bestselling new novel from the internationally acclaimed author, his first since 1Q84.
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From July of his sophomore year in college until the following January, all Tsukuru Tazaki could think about was dying. He turned twenty during this time, but this special watershed - becoming an adult - meant nothing. Taking his own life seemed the most natural solution, and even now he couldn't say why he hadn't taken this final step. Crossing that threshold between life and death would have been easier than swallowing down a slick, raw egg.Perhaps he didn't commit suicide then because he couldn't conceive of a method that fit the pure and intense feelings he had toward death. But method was beside the point. If there had been a door within reach that led straight to death, he wouldn't have hesitated to push it open, without a second thought, as if it were just a part of ordinary life. For better or for worse, though, there was no such door nearby.
I really should have died then, Tsukuru often told himself. Then this world, the one in the here and now, wouldn't exist. It wasa captivating, bewitching thought. The present world wouldn't exist, and reality would no longer be real. As far as this world was concerned, he would simply no longer exist - just as this world would no longer exist for him.
At the same time, Tsukuru couldn't fathom why he had reached this point, where he was teetering over the precipice. There was an actual event that had led him to this place - this he knew all too well - but why should death have such a hold over him, enveloping him in its embrace for nearly half a year? Envelop - the word expressed it precisely. Like Jonah in the belly of the whale, Tsukuru had fallen into the bowels of death, one untold day after another, lost in a dark, stagnant void.
It was as if he were sleepwalking through life, as if he had already died but not yet noticed it. When the sun rose, so would Tsukuru - he'd brush his teeth, throw on whatever clothes were at hand, ride the train to college, and take notes in class. Like a person in a
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stormdesperately grasping at a lamppost, he clung to this daily routine. He only spoke to people when necessary, and after school, he would return to his solitary apartment, sit on the floor, lean back against the wall, and ponder death and the failures of his life. Before him lay a huge, dark abyss that ran straight through to the earth's core. All he could see was a thick cloud of nothingness swirling around him; all he could hear was a profound silence squeezing his eardrums.
When he wasn't thinking about death, his mind was blank. It wasn't hard to keep from thinking. He didn't read any newspapers, didn't listen to music, and had no sexual desire to speak of. Events occurring in the outside world were, to him, inconsequential. When he grew tired of his room, he wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood or went to the station, where he sat on a bench and watched the trains arriving and departing, over and over again.
He took a shower every morning, shampooed his hair well, and did the laundry twice a week. Cleanliness was another one of his pillars: laundry, bathing, and teeth brushing. He barely noticed what he ate. He had lunch at the college cafeteria, but other than that, he hardly consumed a decent meal. When he felt hungry he stopped by the local supermarket and bought an apple or some vegetables. Sometimes he ate plain bread, washing it down with milk straight from the carton. When it was time to sleep, he'd gulp down a glass of whiskey as if it were a dose of medicine. Luckily he wasn't much of a drinker, and a small dose of alcohol was all it took to send him off to sleep. He never dreamed. But even if he had dreamed, even if dreamlike images arose from the edges of his mind, they would have found nowhere to perch on the slippery slopes of his consciousn
When he wasn't thinking about death, his mind was blank. It wasn't hard to keep from thinking. He didn't read any newspapers, didn't listen to music, and had no sexual desire to speak of. Events occurring in the outside world were, to him, inconsequential. When he grew tired of his room, he wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood or went to the station, where he sat on a bench and watched the trains arriving and departing, over and over again.
He took a shower every morning, shampooed his hair well, and did the laundry twice a week. Cleanliness was another one of his pillars: laundry, bathing, and teeth brushing. He barely noticed what he ate. He had lunch at the college cafeteria, but other than that, he hardly consumed a decent meal. When he felt hungry he stopped by the local supermarket and bought an apple or some vegetables. Sometimes he ate plain bread, washing it down with milk straight from the carton. When it was time to sleep, he'd gulp down a glass of whiskey as if it were a dose of medicine. Luckily he wasn't much of a drinker, and a small dose of alcohol was all it took to send him off to sleep. He never dreamed. But even if he had dreamed, even if dreamlike images arose from the edges of his mind, they would have found nowhere to perch on the slippery slopes of his consciousn
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Autoren-Porträt von Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakami, geboren 1949 in Kyoto, die Eltern sind Lehrer für japanische Literatur. Studium der Theaterwissenschaften und des Drehbuchschreibens in Tokyo, aufkeimendes Interesse an amerikanischer Literatur und Musik. 1974 Gründung des Jazzclubs 'Peter Cat', den er bis 1982 betreibt. 1978 erste erfolgreiche Buchveröffentlichung. In den 80er Jahren dauerhaft in Europa ansässig (u.a. in Frankreich, Italien und Griechenland), geht er 1991 in die USA, ehe er 1995 nach Japan zurückkehrt. 2006 erhielt Haruki Murakami den Franz-Kafka-Literaturpreis. 2009 wurde ihm der Jerusalem Prize für sein literarisches Werk verliehen und 2014 wurde Haruki Murakami mit dem "Welt"-Literaturpreis ausgezeichnet. 2015 wurde er für den Hans Christian Andersen Literaturpreis ausgewählt.
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- Autor: Haruki Murakami
- 2015, 400 Seiten, Maße: 12,8 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Übersetzung: Gabriel, Philip; Goossen, Ted
- Verlag: VINTAGE
- ISBN-10: 1101911263
- ISBN-13: 9781101911266
- Erscheinungsdatum: 14.05.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
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