I went to get my package in the mail this morning (yes, the factor was yesterday morning but I was away ... run!) So I received this autobiographical work focuses on running.
I will share my "critical" when I'm done!
First impressions are quite good, the story seems full of self-mockery, I swallowed the first two chapters in no time.
The author, Haruki Murakami is a "size" of the international literature (p everal times tipped for the Nobel Prize for Literature! ) is his favorite fantasy.
small bet in the mouth with the back cover:
Journal, autobiographical essay, praised the runners, over confidences unpublished Haruki Murakami reveals and gives us a luminous meditation on the biped seeking Truth is man ...
April 1978, Murakami decides de vendre son club de jazz pour écrire un roman. Assis à sa table, il fume soixante cigarettes par jour et commence à prendre du poids. S'impose alors la nécessité d'une discipline et de la pratique intensive de la course à pied. Ténacité, capacité de concentration et talent : telles sont les qualités requises d'un romancier. La course à pied lui permet de cultiver sa patience, sa persévérance. Courir devient une métaphore de son travail d'écrivain. Courir est aussi un moyen de mieux se connaître, de découvrir sa véritable nature. On se met à l'épreuve de la douleur, on surmonte la souffrance. Corps et esprit sont intrinsèquement liés. Murakami court. Dix kilomètres per day, six days a week, a marathon a year. He runs up listening to rock, to a vacuum, without thinking of the finish line. Like life, the race does not draw its meaning from the inevitable end which is fixed
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