His sentences can be awful, his plots are formulaic—yet his novels mesmerize.
Dudes, this is very silly article. You can’t write 2000 words about Murakami’s sentence structure without mentioning that, oh, you know, the book is translated from Japanese. The article even misleadingly states, in the first sentence of the second paragraph, that “Murakami… learned to speak English by reading American crime novels” as if he’d written the novel in English.
Tsk tsk, Atlantic!
It’s hard to believe I just celebrated my 4th anniversary in New York.
This was an incredibly packed year; but unlike my first, second, and third years here, I feel like most of my adventuring was done outside of the city. I traveled to Las Vegas, Seattle, Washington DC, Austin, New Orleans (twice), Dallas (twice), Houston (twice), Scotland, and Ireland.
But despite all of this, the year was still filled with quintessentially New York things: film festivals, edgy theatre, a 600 person game of musical chairs in Bryant Park, a massive Faberge Easter egg hunt through all 5 boroughs, birthday brunches, book club meetings, being a tourist for a day with my visiting family, an annual Halloween trip to Sleepy Hollow, secret shopping, lingering winter, and another successful Orphan Thanksgiving at my apartment.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be in this city, but I’m not going to waste any time experiencing it this year.