JAY RUBIN is a professor of Japanese literature at Harvard UniversityHe
has translated Haruki Murakami's The Wind-up Bird Chronicle and has
completed a study entitled Haruki
Also by Haruki Murakami in English translation
Fiction
DANCE DANCE DANCE
THE ELEPHANT VANISHES
HARD-BOILED WONDERLAND AND THE END OF THE WORLD
A WILD SHEEP CHASE
THE WIND-UP BIRD CHRONICLE
SOUTH OF THE BORDER, WEST OF THE SUN
SPUTNIK SWEETHEART
Non-fiction
UNDERGROUND
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Haruki Murakami
NORWEGIAN WOOD
Translated from the Japanese by
Jay Rubin
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First published as Normeei no marl by Kodansha, Tokyo in 1987
First published in Great Britain in 2000 by The Harvill Press
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This paperback edition first published in 2001
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I was 37 then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through
dense cloud cover on approach to Hamburg airportCold November
rains drenched the earth, lending everything the gloomy air of a
Flemish
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airport building, a BMW billboardOnce the plane was on the ground, soft music began to flow from the
ceiling speakers: a sweet orchestral cover version of the Beatles'
"Norwegian Wood"The melody never failed to send a shudder
through me, but this time it hit me harder than everI bent forward, my face in my hands to keep my skull from splitting
openBefore long one of the German stewardesses approached and
asked in English if I were sick"No," I said, "just dizzy
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure
She smiled and left, and the music changed to a Billy Joel tuneI
straightened up and looked out of the window at the dark clouds
hanging over the North Sea, thinking of all I had lost in the course of
my life: times gone for ever, friends who had died or disappeared,
feelings I would never know againThe plane reached the gatePeople began unfastening their seatbelts
and pulling luggage from the overhead lockers, and all the while I was
in the meadowI could smell the grass, feel the wind
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the cries of the birdsAutumn 1969, and soon I would be 206
The stewardess came to check on me againThis time she sat next to
me and asked if I was all right"I'm fine, thanks," I said with a smile"Just feeling kind of blue
"I know what you mean," she said"It happens to me, too, every once
in a while
She stood and gave me a lovely smile"Well, then, have a nice trip
Eighteen years have gone by, and still I can bring back every detail of
that day in the meadowWashed clean of summer's dust by days of
gentle rain, the mountains wore a deep, brilliant greenThe October
breeze set white fronds of head-high grasses swayingOne long streak
of cloud hung pasted across a dome of frozen blueIt almost hurt to
look at that far-off skyA puff of wind swept across the meadow and
through her hair before it slipped into the woods to rustle branches and
send back snatches of distant barking - a hazy sound that seemed to
reach us from the doorway to another worldWe heard no other
soundsWe met no other peopleWe saw only two bright red
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leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woodsAs we ambled along, Naoko spoke to me of wellsMemory is a funny thingWhen I was in the scene I hardly paid it any
attentionI never stopped to think of it as something that would make
a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that 18 years later I
would recall it in such detailI didn't give a damn about the scenery
that dayI was thinking about myselfI was thinking about the
beautiful girl walking next to meI was thinking about the two of us
together, and then about myself againI was at that age, that time of
life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a
boomerang, to meAnd worse, I was in loveLove with
complicationsScenery was the last thing on my mind7
Now, though, that meadow scene is the first thing that comes back to
meThe smell of the grass, the faint chill of the wind, the line of the
hills, the barking of a dog: these are the first things, and they come
with absolute clarityI feel as if I can reach out and trace them with
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