“It was a day like a slow-motion video of twilight. Uneventful, to put it mildly. The lead gray of the sky mixed ever so slowly with black, finally blending into night. Just another quality of melancholy.” 1/4
“As if there were only two colors in the world, gray and black, shifting back and forth at regular intervals.” 2/4
I enjoyed Haruki Murakami’s “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running” so I figured I’d check out his other stuff. Listened to his first published works on “Wind/Pinball” and really didn’t enjoy them. But just started “Dance Dance Dance” (where the above quote is from) 3/4
His writing style dramatically changed. The delta is astonishing. Wow. I guess it takes even the great ones some time to find their greatness. 4/4
