"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.
(source: www.randomhouse.com/features/murakami)
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