Thursday, March 15, 2007

4 down, 9 more to go

"In 1978, Murakami was in the bleachers of Jingu Stadium watching a game between the Yakult Swallows and the Hiroshima Carp when Dave Hilton, an American, came to bat. According to an oft-repeated story, in the instant that Hilton hit a double, Murakami suddenly realized he could write a novel. He went home and began writing that night."

Isn't that the loveliest story? The blossoming of one's capacity.

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