Self decided to start reading story # 11 in Murakami’s The Elephant Vanishes because a reader on Goodreads called it “boring.” She’s not reading in order. Which is the neat thing about short story collections: you can totally cherry-pick.
It is the most ordinary of Murakami’s seemingly ordinary stories, it’s about the perfect hamburger, what do you know, and it begins with one word:
Any story that opens like that holds promise.
A few pages in, there is this:
- I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make. It is this that gives birth to meaning.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.