Spider Mo Night
1995, Heibonsha
Revised on March 17, 2005
Short Stories:
Ⅰ
Horn (translated by OSAKABE Yoshio)
Pencil Sharpner - or, the Serendipity of WATANABE Noboru, Part I (translated by Christopher Allison)
Julio Iglesias (translated by Christopher Allison)
Time Mae - or, the Serendipity of WATANABE Noboru, Part II (translated by Christopher Allison)
Croquettes (translated by Christopher Allison)
Playing Cards (translated by OSAKABE Yoshio)
Neer (translated by OSAKABE Yoshio)
Donutization (translated by Christopher Allison)
Antithesis (tranlated by OSAKABE Yoshio)
Eels (translated by Christopher Allison)
TAKAYAMA Noriko-san and my Sexual Desire (translated by OSAKABE Yoshio)
Octopus (translated by Christopher Allison)
A Raid by the Old Man Mushikubo (translated by OSAKABE Yoshio)
Spanner
Donuts, again (translated by OSAKABE Yoshio)
Ⅱ
Spider-mo Night
Advertisement for Jazz Cafe in Kokubunji a long time ago (translated by Christopher Allison)
The World Where Horses Sell Tickets (translated by Christopher Allison)
Bangkok Surprise (translated by Christopher Allison)
Beer
Proverbs
Structurism
A Radish Grater
Message Phone
Stogs (translated by Christopher Allison)
Milk
Good News
High Effit Stilts
Zoo
The India Salesman (translated by Christopher Allison)
Back of Ceiling
Mosho Mosho
A Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall
Nicol, the Liar
Deep Red Mustard
About night whisle, or about Effect of Tale
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Horn
By MURAKAMI Haruki
Translated by OSAKABE Yoshio
There is a musical instrument such as the horn. And there are professional hornists. Although it is the natural way of the world, I』m fused like lost in a three-dimensional labyrinth when I start to sider such a thing seriously.
Why should it be a horn?
Why did he bee the hornist? Why not me?
An act of a person being a hornist carries deeper mystery than an act being a , I believe. It is the mystery you uand everything in your life if you solve it. But the reason may be I am a , not a hornist. If I am a hornist, an act of a person being a looks much strange.
I imagine he happeo enter with the horernoon in a deep forest. During chitchatting, they liked each other and he became the professional hornist. Or the horn might tell him a story of the horn』s life, something like a hard time in its boyhood, its plicated family background, a plex of its feature or its sexual hang-up.
「I don』t know anything about a violin and flute,」 The horn might have said such as 「you see I was born as a horn. I haven』t gone abroad or skiing…」 Sihe afternoon, the horn and the hornist became an inseparable and perfebination. After the same old, hard times like Flash Dahe horn and the hornist, hand in hand, appear today on the public stage and are playing the first passage of Brahms』s piano certo.
Sitting on my seat in the cert hall, I happen to think about such a thing. And also about a tuba in another deep forest, waiting for someoo walk by.
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Pencil Sharpener
Or, the Serendipity of Noboru Watanabe, part I
by MURAKAMI Haruki