"Dead Man, get your ass down here!"

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

Incrível. Uma viagem que não deu para fazer rapidamente, mas que acelerou nas últimas 200 páginas. Acho que da forma como a história foi pensada e publicada originalmente, em três livros, funcionaria melhor que a edição única. Eu pirei na narrativa. Muito rica, diversa, de acordo com os diferentes personagens - o eixo é Toru Okada, uma figura. Forte, o livro me balançou várias vezes. Entrou nos meus sonhos também, mas ao lê-lo, dá para entender por quê.

 

Trago aqui vários trechos. São citações que me levaram para outros lugares. Assim acontece com muito do que li e já citei aqui, até agora. Embora, por outro lado, muitas citações digam respeito à história e aos personagens em si, e aí fica uma viagem só para quem leu. Mas cito mesmo assim. Nem pensar em limitar uma viagem! Enjoy!

“Oh, what the hell. (...) If something was going to happen, let it happen. If something wanted to happen, let it happen.” (p. 60).

“The passage of time will usually extract the venom from the most things and render them harmless. Then, sooner or later, I forgot about them.” (p. 79).

“So he was an easy-listening freak. It suddenly occurred to me that true believers in hard-driving jazz – Albert Ayler, Don Cherry, Cecil Taylor – could never become owners of cleaning shops in malls across from railroad stations. Or maybe they could. They just wouldn’t be happy cleaners” (pp. 81/82).

“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can cause one to feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly unraveling. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes more and more difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. I wonder if I am making myself clear? The mind expands to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self.” (p. 139) – Este é o cinema: An utterly desolate landscape.

“Certain kinds of information are like smoke: they work their way into people’s eyes and minds whether sought out or not, and with no regard to personal preference.” (p.197).

“Results aside, the ability to have complete faith in another human being is one of the finest qualities a person can pocess.” (p. 201).

“Two thirds of the earth surface is ocean, and all we can see of it with the naked eyes is the surface: the skin. We hardly know anything about what’s underneath the skin.” (p. 226).

“The reason that people sing songs for other people is because they want to have the power to arouse empathy, to break free of the narrow shell of the self and share their pain and joy with others. This is not an easy thing to do, of course.” (p. 239).

“One has no choice but to look at one’s reflection in the mirror. Through experience, we come to believe that the image is correct, but it is just a belief.” (p. 282).

“Without a true self, though, a person cannot go on living. It is like the ground we stand on. Without the ground, we can build nothing.” (p. 306).

“It depends on which reality you take and which reality I take.” (p. 318).

“She did not offer any explanations, and I did not ask for them. I simply did as I was told. This reminded me of several so-called art films I had seen in college. Movies like that never explained what was going on. Explanations were rejected as some kind of evil that could only destroy the films’ “reality”. That was one way of thinking, one way to look at things, no doubt, but it felt strange for me, as a real, live human being, to enter such a world.” (p. 380).

“Why “more real”? Trying to explain that logically, in words, would be very, very, very hard, but maybe if you take the path my life has followed as na example and really think about it, you can see that it has had almost nothing about it that you could call “consistency.” (p. 461).
“In there, his silent words lived and breathed as stories.” (p. 527).

“…my head has lot of openings!” (p. 528).

“Even if I could have believed in the communist ideology, I could no longer believe in the people or the system that was responsible for putting that ideology and those principles into practice.” (p. 539).

“I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.” (p. 590).

“As they fell, the tears caught the light of the themoon and sparkled like beautiful crystals. Then I noticed that my shadow was crying too, shedding clear, sharp shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr Wind-Up Bird?” (p. 594).

Rachel Caine, Ghost Town.

Nono livro da série Morganville Vampires. Muito legal, divertidíssimo. Este foi menos agitado que os outros, mas o final é bombástico, rs. Espero só que ela não se perca na imensidão... Até agora, tudo tranquilo, cada novo livro acompanha bem o anterior e traz mudanças interessantes. Shane - é dele a frase título deste post - é personagem primo de Jace, de Mortal Instruments. Falando nisso, preciso pegar meu livro, o quarto, que já chegou. Ahhhh.