This album might well have slipped between the cracks and never have been heard were it not for John Mitchell’s blindingly good new CD, Please Come Home… 510 more words
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L’uomo si sedeva sempre allo stesso posto, lungo il bancone, sullo sgabello più lontano. Quando non era occupato, s’intende, ma era quasi sempre libero. Il bar era raramente affollato, e quel posto in particolare era quello che dava meno nell’occhio e anche il più scomodo. 9,352 more words
Published on 28 February in Scroll.in
Haruki Murakami’s stories are like soft shadows – the fainter of the footprints he has left behind.
In his introduction to the English edition of Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, an anthology of 26 of his short stories, Haruki Murakami writes, “If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden.” He doesn’t compare the two forms. 799 more words