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The kind of voice like when you’ve just woken up and your mouth still feels heavy and dull. But he’s just pretending. He’s totally awake. As always. I nod. “How much?” I review the numbers in my head. “Close to thirty-five hundred in cash, plus some money I can get from an ATM. I know it’s not a lot, but it should be enough. For the time being.”
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| Name of Book | Kafka on the Shore |
| Author | Haruki Murakami |
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“Not bad,” the boy named Crow says. “For the time being.” I give him another nod. ‘Tm guessing this isn’t Christmas money from Santa Claus.” “Yeah, you’re right,” I reply. Crow smirks and looks around. “I imagine you’ve started by rifling drawers, am I right?” I don’t say anything. He knows whose money we’re talking about, so there’s no need for any long-winded interrogations.
He’s just giving me a hard time. “No matter,” Crow says. “You really need this money and you’re going to get it-beg, borrow, or steal. It’s your father’s money, so who cares, right? Get your hands on that much and you should be able to make it. For the time being. But what’s the plan after it’s all gone? Money isn’t like mushrooms in a forest -it doesn’t just pop up on its own, you know.
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You’ll need to eat, a place to sleep. One day you’re going to run out.” ‘Til think about that when the time comes,” I say. “When the time comes,” Crow repeats, as if weighing these words in his hand. I nod. “Like by getting a job or something?” Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you.
You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you.
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So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. And that’s exactly what I do.
I imagine a white funnel stretching up vertically like a thick rope. My eyes are closed tight, hands cupped over my ears, so those fine grains of sand can’t blow inside me. The sandstorm draws steadily closer. I can feel the air pressing on my skin. It really is going to swallow me up. The boy called Crow softly rests a hand on my shoulder, and with that the storm vanishes.
“From now on-no matter what-you’ve got to be the world’s toughest fifteen-year-old. That’s the only way you’re going to survive. And in order to clo that, you’ve got to figure out what it means to be tough. You following me?” I keep my eyes closed ancl don’t reply. I just want to sink off into sleep like this, his hand on my shoulder. Kafka on the Shore PDF Book
I hear the faint flutter of wings. “You’re going to be the world’s toughest fifteen-year-old,” Crow whispers as I try to fall asleep. Like he was carving the words in a deep blue tattoo on my heart. And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades.
People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. I think about taking my father’s favorite Sea-Dweller Oyster Rolex. It’s a beautiful watch, but something flashy will only attract attention.
My cheap plastic Casio watch with an alarm and stopwatch will do just fine, and might actually be more useful. Reluctantly, I return the Rolex to its drawer. From the back of another drawer I take out a photo of me and my older sister when we were little, the two of us on a beach somewhere with grins plastered across our faces. Kafka on the Shore PDF Book
My sister’s looking off to the side so half her face is in shadow and her smile is neatly cut in half. It’s like one of those Greek tragedy masks in a textbook that’s half one idea and half the opposite. Light and dark. Hope and despair. Laughter and sadness. Trust and loneliness. ror my part I’m staring straight ahead, undaunted, at the camera.
Nobody else is there at the beach. My sister and I have on swimsuits -hers a red floral-print one-piece, mine some baggy old blue trunks. I’m holding a plastic stick in my hand. White foam is washing over our feet. Who took this, and where and when, I have no clue. And how could I have looked so happy? And why did my father keep just that one photo?
The whole thing is a total mystery. I must have been three, my sister nine. Did we ever really get along that well? I have no memory of ever going to the beach with my family. No memory of going anywhere with them. No matter, though -there is no way I’m going to leave that photo with my father, so I put it in my wallet. I don’t have any photos of my mother. My father threw them all away. Kafka on the Shore PDF Book Download
Just the bare necessities, that’s all I need. Choosing which clothes to take is the hardest thing. I’ll need a couple sweaters and pairs of underwear. But what about shirts and trousers? Gloves, mufflers, shorts, a coat? There’s no end to it. One thing I do know, though. I don’t want to wander around some strange place with a huge backpack that screams out, Hey, everybody, check out the runaway!
Do that and someone is sure to sit up and take notice. Next thing you know the police will haul me in and I’ll be sent straight home. If I don’t wind up in some gang first. Any place cold is definitely out, I decide. Easy enough, just choose the opposite-a wamz place. Then I can leave the coat and gloves behind, and get by with half the clothes.
I pick out wash-and-wear-type things, the lightest ones I have, fold them neatly, and stuff them in my backpack. I also pack a three-season sleeping bag, the kind that rolls up nice and tight, toilet stuff, a rain poncho, notebook and pen, a Walkman and ten discs-got to have my music-along with a spare rechargeable battery.Kafka on the Shore PDF Book Download
That’s about it. No need for any cooking gear, which is too heavy and takes up too much room, since I can buy food at the local convenience store. It takes a while but I’m able to subtract a lot of things from my list. I add things, cross them off, then add a whole other bunch and cross them off, too. My fifteenth birthday is the ideal time to run away from home.
Any earlier and it’d be too soon. Any later and I would have missed my chance. During my first two years in junior high, I’d worked out, training myself for this day. I started practicing judo in the first couple years of grade school, and still went sometimes in junior high. But I didn’t join any school teams. Whenever I had the time I’d jog around the school grounds, swim, or go to the local gym.
The young trainers there gave me free lessons, showing me the best kind of stretching exercises and how to use the fitness machines to bulk up. They taught me which muscles you use every day and which ones can only be built up with machines, even the correct way to do a bench press. I’m pretty tall to begin with, and with all this exercise I’ve developed pretty broad shoulders and pecs. Kafka on the Shore PDF Book Download
“I forget my name,” the cat said. “I had one, I know I did, but somewhere along the line I didn’t need it anymore. So it’s slipped my mind.” “I know. It’s easy to forget things you don’t need anymore . Nakata’s exactly the same way,” the man said, scratching his head. “So what you’re saying, Mr. Cat, is that you don’t belong to some family somewhere?”
“A long time ago I did. But not anymore. Some families in the neighborhood give me food to eat now and then, but none of them own me.” Nakata nodded and was silent for a time, then said, “Would you mind very much, then, if I called you Otsuka?” “Otsuka?” the cat said, looking at him in surprise. “What are you talking about?
Why do I have to be Otsuka?” “No special reason. The name j ust came to me. Nakata j ust p icked one out of a hat. It makes things a lot easier for me if you have a name. That way somebody l ike me, who isn’t very bright, can organize things better. For instance, I can say, On this day of this month I spoke with the black cat Otsuka in a vacant lot in the 2-chome neighborhood. Kafka on the Shore PDF Book Free
It helps me remember.” “Interesting,” the cat said. “Not that I totally follow you. Cats can get by without names. We go by smell, shape, things of this nature. As long as we know these things, there’re no worries for us.” “Nakata understands completely. But you know, Mr. Otsuka, people don’t work that way. We need dates and names to remember all kinds of thi ngs.”
The cat gave a snort. ” Sounds l ike a pain to me.” “You’re absolutely right. There’s so much we have to remember, it is a pain. Nakata has to remember the name of the Governor, bus numbers. Still, you don’t mind if I call you Otsuka? Maybe it’s a little unpleasant for you?” “Well, now that you mention it, I suppose it isn’t all that pleasant. … Not that it’s particularly unpleasant, you understand.
So I guess I don’t really mind. You want to call me Otsuka, be my guest. I’ll admit, though, that it doesn’t sound right when you call me that.” “Nakata’s very happy to hear you say that. Thank you so much, M r. Otsuka .” “I must say that for a human you have an odd way of talking,” Otsuka commented. “Yes, everybody tells me that. But this is the only way Nakata can speak.
I try to talk normally but this is what happens. Nakata’s not very bright, you see. I wasn’t always this way, but when I was little I was in an accident and I ‘ve been dumb ever since. Nakata can’t write . Or read a book or a newspaper.” “Mr. Nakata,” Mimi said, “I’m known as self-reliant, or perhaps you’d say a very private sort of cat, and I don’t normally interfere in others’ affairs.
But that youngster-the one I believe you’re referring to as Kawamura?-is not what I would call the brightest kitty in the litter. When he was still young a child hit him with his bicycle, the poor thing, and he struck his head against some concrete. Ever since then he hasn’t made much sense. So even if you are patient with him, as I see you’ve been, you won’t get anywhere.
I’ve been watching for a while, and I’m afraid I couldn’t just sit idly by. I know it’s forward of me to do so, but I had to say something.” “No, please don’t think that. I’m very happy you told me. Nakata’s as dumb as Kawamura, I’m afraid, and can’t get by without other people’s help. That’s why I get a sub city from the Governor every month. So I’m very happy to hear your opinion, Mimi.”
“I take it you’re looking for a cat,” Mimi said. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, mind you, but just happened to overhear you as I was taking a nap here. Goma, I believe you said the name was?” “Yes, that’s correct.” “And Kawamura has seen Goma? “That cat-Kawamura, that is-said he’s seen Coma several times in a grassy spot just down the road. It’s an empty lot they were planning to build on.
A real estate firm bought up a car company’s parts warehouse and tore it down, planning to put up a high-class condo. A citizens’ movement’s opposed the development, there was a legal battle, and the construction’s been put on hold. The sort of thing that happens all the time these days.
The lot’s overgrown with grass and people hardly ever come there, so it’s the perfect hangout for all the strays in the neighborhood. I don’t keep company with many cats, and I don’t want to get fleas, so I hardly ever go over there. As you’re no doubt aware, fleas are like a bad habit-awfully hard to get rid of once you get them. “