First Person Singular


Title: first person Singular

Author: Haruki Murakami

Translator: Pegah Farhang Mehr

Publisher: Silent Voice

Subject: Japanese stories

Age category: Adult

Number of pages: 144

Language: Farsi

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Prominent Japanese author Haruki Murakami has once again taken his readers by surprise in his first person singular book! This work, which is a collection of eight short stories with first-person narration, is considered as one of the most personal works of the author and is closely related to his life and work record.

About the first person singular book:
Murakami is one of the most well-known writers in Japan today. His fame has long transcended boundaries, and his name has been heard around the world for many years.
What is the secret of Murakami’s success? Murakami’s art seems to combine him with elements of Japanese narrative with elements of Western fiction, making him a unique writer of his kind.

In other words, his works have both the strangeness of Eastern works and the modern spirit of Western literature. For this reason, his works are equally popular in Japan and other countries.
The First Person Singular, recently published in 2020, has all the strengths of the best and most well-known works of the author; In addition to the maturity of the pen, which is undoubtedly the result of the perfection of Murakami’s talent.

All eight stories in this collection are told from a first-person perspective, and this is something we have rarely encountered in Murakami’s previous works; Although the stories have a similar atmosphere, each of them can be read independently.

The narrative element in the first person singular has the same labyrinthine and enigmatic features as in Murakami’s works. In this work, many of the author’s favorite motifs can also be recovered; Motifs such as cat, football, rock and roll, jazz and …
It can be said that stepping into the world of stories collected in the first book of the singular requires preparation for surprise and doubt. Few signs of certainty can be found in this work; Signs, places, and people have a kind of signified anonymity that we have only seen in Murakami’s best works. In a word: After reading the stories of this series, Haruki Murakami fans will recreate the ingenuity and talent of their favorite author.

Singles of the first person singular book:
– Unpredictable and yet very convincing. All eight stories in this collection are readable. (NPR)
In these short stories, Murakami seems to have found the real home of his writing. (Chris Stanton)
– Philosophical and mysterious, with Murakami’s special signature … as if it touches our soul, love and childhood. (Amazon)
– It will undoubtedly satisfy Murakami fans. (Washington Post)
Who is the first person singular book suitable?
Those interested in fiction will enjoy reading this work.

Learn more about Haruki Murakami:
He was born in Kyoto, Japan, to a teacher’s parents. Family upbringing had a profound effect on his inclination towards literature. Haruki Murakami began writing as a teenager, and soon realized his true talent for storytelling, and sought to use it in the best way possible.

He is undoubtedly one of the writers of today’s literary style and has an original pen and style. Murakami’s work has won numerous awards, including O’Connor and Franz Kafka, and has always been one of the best-selling titles.
His most famous work is Kafka on the Beach, which is also known by other titles in Persian. Some of Murakami’s other famous works are: What we are talking about, Norwegian Jungle, Earthquake.

In a part of the first person singular book we read:
I pressed the alarm button, but no one answered. I waited for a while, pressed again, but again there was no answer. I looked at my watch. According to the recital schedule, it should have started fifteen minutes ago.

But there was no news of the door opening. The paint on the entrance was flaky in some parts and was slowly rusting. No other thought came to my mind, so I pressed the alarm button again and held it a little this time, but there was no news. absolute silence.

I was really desperate. I leaned my back against the gate for ten minutes and stood there. I said maybe someone will appear. But there was no news.
There is no sign of movement; Neither inside the building nor outside. You do not blow any wind. No birds chirped, no dogs barked, and thick layers of gray clouds continued to cast shadows over everything.
I ended up with little.

Didn’t I make another work? I took heavy steps towards the bus station. Everything was like a riddle to me. The only thing I was sure of was that there was no piano recital or any other occasion to be held here today.
All I could do was walk home. Of course my mother would ask, “Who are these flowers for?” And I had to prepare an answer. I wanted to put them in the trash right there, but I paid a lot of money for it; At least for someone like me, it was a lot of money …

Index of the book

On a stone bed
Charlie Parker plays Bossa Nova
With the Beatles
Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey
Collection of poems by Yakolt Suloz
First-person singular
About the author

About the first book of the singular person
The first person singular is a collection of eight short stories by Murakami, a well-known Japanese author whose stories are known around the world.

Stories that combine elements of magical realism with elements of Japanese culture and indigenousness, and the result is a unique work that evokes both a familiar Eastern feel and a spirit of modern Western world literature.
This book is also a collection of eight stories that have all the features of his storytelling and all of them have another feature, all the stories are told in the first person singular language.

Cream, on a rock bed, is played by Charlie Parker Bosa Nova, with the Beatles, Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey, Carnival, a collection of poems by Yakolt Suloz, and the first person singular.

Who do we recommend the first book of the singular person?
Reading the first person singular book is an interesting experience for all those who are interested in reading the works of Haruki Murakami.

About Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakami, the famous and best-selling Japanese writer, was born on January 12, 1949 in Kyoto, Japan. He has won numerous awards for his novels and short stories, which have been translated into many languages ​​and read around the world, including the World Fantasy Award, the Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award, the Franz Kafka Prize and the Jerusalem Prize.

His parents were both professors of Japanese literature, and this may have been one of the reasons he became interested in literature. As a child, he, like Kobo Abe, was influenced by Western culture and Russian literature, and spent his days reading the works of Franz Kafka, Gustav Flaubert, Charles Dickens, Kurt Vonhgat, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Richard Bratigan, and Jack Crook.
Many books by Haruki Murakami have been published and translated into Persian, including The Norwegian Jungle, Listen to the Wind, The Pursuit of the Wild Sheep, IQ84, and Kafka on the Beach are some of his favorite books in Persian.

Part of the first person singular book
I want to tell you a woman’s story. The only thing is that I know almost nothing about it; I do not even remember his name or his face. I bet he doesn’t remember me either.

The first time I saw him, I was a sophomore, and I guess he was twenty-five. We both worked somewhere part-time. It was not supposed to happen, but we spent one night together and never saw each other again.

When I was nineteen, I was not at all aware of my own inner state, let alone the inner state of others. Nevertheless, I felt overwhelmed by the performance of sadness and joy. But what I was still unable to comprehend was the existence of thousands of phenomena that existed between sadness and happiness, and what the relationship was between them. So I was always anxious and helpless.

Have these to get back to that woman’s story.
I am so sure that Tanka 1 wrote a poem and published a book of poems. Of course, it can not be said that he published it, because it was just a pamphlet that never reached the stage of publishing an accurate book.

It was not one of those books that had printed pages and were sewn together and bound with a simple cover. But many of the poems in this collection were strangely memorable. Most of his poems were about love between a man and a woman or death.

me and you
Are they so far apart?
In Burgess, perhaps
I had to change my train.
Listen to that
I stick to my stone bed
From the sound of blood circulation
There is no news that it is not
We were together when he asked me, “When we are together, I may talk about past memories. “Isn’t that a problem?”
“I think there is no problem,” I said. I wasn’t sure, but I thought to myself, what’s wrong? It is just a memory, nothing changes.
“I may speak loudly.”
“No, it might be annoying,” I said quickly. The wooden walls of the old apartment I lived in were thin; Just like the wafers I ate as a child. It was late last night and the neighbors would be annoyed if he said it out loud.

“What if I hold my mouth?” He said.
In order not to disturb his voice, I put a pillow next to his hand to cover his mouth when necessary.
“this is good?”

He put the pillow in front of his mouth; Like a horse testing its mouth. He nodded. The pillow apparently came out of the test proud.
Our acquaintance was accidental. Neither he nor I, neither of us, even thought of putting it together. We had both been working somewhere for a few weeks, but because his job was a little different from mine, we seldom had the opportunity to talk to him properly.

In the winter of that year, I was sitting at a cheap Italian restaurant near Yotsuya Station, helping with the kitchen. He was also a waiter. Everyone who worked part-time was a student, except him. Maybe that’s why he was a little bit different from others.

In mid-December, he decided to quit his job. On this occasion, one day after working hours, some employees went to a nearby Izakaya 2 for a drink.
I was also invited. Of course, the farewell party was not perfect; Drink a few barrels of beer, light snacks and talk about various issues. I found out that before he became a waiter, he worked in a small real estate office and then in a bookstore.

According to him, wherever he worked, he had problems with the manager and the owner. Of course, he had no problem with anyone in the restaurant, only his salary was low and he could not live with it for a long time, so he had to look for another job; Of course, not a job he likes.
Someone asked, “What is your favorite job?”

He touched the tip of his nose and said, “It does not matter.” (Next to his nose were two small dots that looked like constellations.) “I mean, I’re not looking for a great job.”
I was living in Asagaya at the time and he lived in Kogani. So we both boarded the Chao Express Express train outside Yotsuya. We sat on the train together.

It was eleven o’clock at night. The night was extremely cold and the wind was blowing. By the time we woke up, it was winter and we had to go for our gloves and scarves. The train was approaching Asagaya. I got up to get off and raised my head. He looked at me and said in a low voice, “Is it okay for me to stay with you tonight?”

“No problem, but why?”
“I have a long way to go to Kogani.”
“But let me tell you – my apartment is small and really cluttered,” I said.
“It does not matter at all.” He said this and grabbed my sleeve.
It so happened that he stepped into my cluttered and crowded apartment. I made him coffee. We spent some time and had coffee and then he became comfortable with me and went to his room. Behind him I went to my room. I turned off the lights, but the gas light was almost on. In bed, I went through my past and had nothing to say.
It was at this point that he said, “When we are together, I may share memories, which is not a problem?”

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