What can I say? Sitting in the library café in the morning sipping an iced coffee is the best.
A lovely Saturday morning at the library
This morning I finished part 2 of Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore, a book first mentioned in the last post. It is about a painter, estranged from his wife and temporarily living in an old house in the mountains as its caretaker. The original owner, famed painter Amada Tomohiko, suffers from dementia and resides in a nursing home.
The story unfolds with the ringing of a bell… the simple ringing of a bell. Somehow ringing from beneath a burial mound, beneath countless immovable rocks, at the edge of an old shrine. But when the bell is dug up by the narrator and his rich neighbor, strange events begin to occur and Amada Tomohiko’s past is uncovered, bit by bit. Sweeping the narrator up in its wake.
Life in the Hague 
It sounds interesting.
I have to admit that I do not always find the works of Haruki Murakami accessible. However, I did like his earlier work, and his book on running much to my liking. Perhaps, I just can’t access that fantastical world.
It is understandable. I have been reading his works for over a decade and I still haven’t read half of them. I have found that I have to be in the right mood to get into the story – it has to speak to me in just the right way. And then it becomes a page turner.