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NATIONAL BESTSELLER * Including the story "Drive My Car"--now an Academy Award-nominated film--this collection from the internationally acclaimed author "examines what happens to characters without important women in their lives; it'll move you and confuse you and sometimes leave you with more questions than answers" (Barack Obama).
Across seven tales, Haruki Murakami brings his powers of observation to bear on the lives of men who, in their own ways, find themselves alone. Here are lovesick doctors, students, ex-boyfriends, actors, bartenders, and even Kafka's Gregor Samsa, brought together to tell stories that speak to us all. In Men Without Women Murakami has crafted another contemporary classic, marked by the same wry humor and pathos that have defined his entire body of work.
Author Notes
Haruki Murakami was born on January 12, 1949 in Kyoto, Japan and studied at Tokyo's Waseda University. He opened a coffeehouse/jazz bar in the capital called Peter Cat with his wife. He became a full-time author following the publication of his first novel, Hear the Wind Sing, in 1979.
He writes both fiction and non-fiction works. His fiction works include Norwegian Wood, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, The Strange Library, and Men Without Women. Several of his stories have been adapted for the stage and as films. His nonfiction works include What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. He has received numerous literary awards including the Franz Kafka Prize for Kafka on the Shore, the Yomiuri Prize for The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, and the Jerusalem Prize. He has translated into Japanese literature written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Raymond Carver, Truman Capote, John Irving, and Paul Theroux.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (6)
Publisher's Weekly Review
In this collection of new stories, Murakami (1Q84) returns to familiar themes of youthful regrets, untenable romantic triangles, strange manifestations of sexual frustration, and inexplicable, often otherworldly happenings while dipping into the lives of seven middle-aged men, each caught up in the passions of a mysterious woman. In "Drive My Car," a stage actor hires a new driver, his first female chauffeur. Between rehearsing lines and listening to classic rock, the normally reticent widower begins to chat with the young driver, eventually revealing a friendship he formed with one of his former wife's lovers. In "Yesterday," a man who works at a coffee shop convinces a coworker to date his girlfriend while he works to pass his university entrance exams. In "An Independent Organ," a plastic surgeon who lives a contrived life of well-managed affairs descends into depression and starves himself to death after falling in (unrequited) love with one of his liaisons. Although the plotting can be repetitive, Murakami's ability to center the stories on sentimental but precise details creates a long-lasting resonance. For instance, the narrator of "An Independent Organ" can never use a squash racket the plastic surgeon left him: the lightness reminds him of his frail, dying body. In "Scheherazade," the standout of the collection, a man who can never be outside for unexplained reasons develops a bond with his in-home caretaker, who tells him stories after they have sex. She remembers being a lamprey in a former life and misses the profound silence of the sea floor. (May) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
*Starred Review* Whether in his epic-scale fiction or in his shorter work, Murakami mixes motifs drawn from ordinary life (Italian food, movies, jazz, the Beatles) with the extraordinary presence of alternate realities, but somewhere in that hypnotic combination, there is always a love story. In these seven short tales, told with the author's signature flatness of tone, which always camouflages deep wellsprings of emotion, the overriding theme is the absence of love, at least on the surface. The narrators' circumstances vary widely from a man who strikes up a friendship with one of his dead wife's lovers to an inverted version of Gregor Samsa (his metamorphosis is from cockroach to man) but they all share a deep melancholy and a profound loneliness as they remember the curious paths their lives have taken. The title story, which appears last and serves as a kind of summing up, features an ordinary married man who receives a phone call telling him that his former lover, M, has committed suicide. Juxtaposing the almost clinical narrative style against both scenes of excruciating loneliness and flashes of deadpan humor (What I remember most about M is how much she loved elevator music), Murakami upends all our expectations, revealing the tragic yet sustaining lie of his title: the men in these stories live both on and below the surface of reality, and in the latter, they will never be without women.--Ott, Bill Copyright 2010 Booklist
New York Review of Books Review
SAPIENS: A Brief History of Humankind, by Yuval Noah Harari. (Harper Perennial, $22.99.) Harari, an Israeli historian, delves into humanity's history, exploring why Homo sapiens - once just one human species among several - dominated. This sweeping account attempts to tell a genetic, cultural and social history, with a particular focus on the roles of cognition and agricultural and scientific advancements in our evolution. MEN WITHOUT WOMEN: Stories, by Haruki Murakami. Translated by Philip Gabriel and Ted Goossen. (Vintage, $16.) In these seven tales, emotionally adrift men long for the women they love; one story compares the experience to "a pastelcolored Persian carpet." Our reviewer, Jay Fielden, praised the "rainy Tokyo of unfaithful women, neat single malt, stray cats, cool cars and classic jazz played on hi-fi setups." WRESTLING WITH HIS ANGEL: The Political Life of Abraham Lincoln, Volume II, 1849-1856, by Sidney Blumenthal. (Simon & Schuster, $18.) By 1849, Lincoln's only term as a representative comes to an undistinguished end. The second installment of this biography follows Lincoln as he clashed with his rival, Stephen A. Douglas, who advanced policies that helped expand slavery; eked out a political future; and aligned with the Republicans. THE BURNING GIRL, by Claire Messud. (Norton, $15.95.) Julia and Cassie, two teenagers in Massachusetts, have been best friends since nursery school, but as they edge into adolescence the friendship begins to unravel. Messud is skilled at capturing the perils and rites of passage that come with being a teenage girl, along with the intimacies and heartbreak of female friendships. Ultimately, the book is "a story about stories - their power, necessity and inevitable artifice," our reviewer, Laura Lippman, wrote. WHY WE SLEEP: Unlocking the Power of Sleep and Dreams, by Matthew Walker. (Scribner, $17.) Walker, who directs Berkeley's Center for Human Sleep Science, sees our societal sleep deficit as "the greatest public health challenge we face in the 21st century." The virtues of sleep, he says - everything from better memory retention to the ability to overcome negative feelings - can dramatically improve your life. MY ABSOLUTE DARLING, by Gabriel Tallent. (Riverhead, $16.) Fourteen-year-old Turtle is growing up feral in Northern California, raised by her father to be a self-reliant survivalist. Her world is limited to school, where she's an outcast, and home, where her father trains her and preys upon her. A romance offers an escape, and she must use the skills she learned from her father against him in a fight for her freedom.
Guardian Review
New Boy by Tracy Chevalier; Men Without Women by Haruki Murakami; Admissions: A Life in Brain Surgery by Henry Marsh The Hogarth Shakespeare project, in which well-known authors are turning his plays into contemporary novels, is a bold undertaking. Its latest incarnation is New Boy, by Tracy Chevalier, which sets Othello in a Washington schoolyard in the 1970s. "Tracy Chevalier is indeed a brave woman," confirmed Robert McCrum in the Observer, calling it an "often inspired riff on adolescence and alienation" -- but one which doesn't quite work. "It's a clever strategy, executed with typical aplomb. But, deprived of the complex opacity of Shakespeare's theatrical vision, her novel becomes linear, reductive and almost banal." The Scotsman's Kirsty McLuckie was more impressed: "Chevalier deftly and succinctly gives [the characters] all more of a backstory than Shakespeare ever allowed, which might appeal to anyone long frustrated with the question of Iago's motivation. It is of interest as an exercise in illustrating the universality of the original, and works equally well as a standalone piece which tells of a tightly wound, intimately imagined situation hurtling towards inevitable tragedy." In the Express, Mernie Gilmour had mixed feelings: "[the setting] may sound like an ambitious leap but the themes of love, jealousy, ambition and betrayal translate well into the hyper-emotional world of the school yard ... However at times it feels constrained by the structure". Haruki Murakami also draws on a famous work -- Kafka's The Metamorphosis -- in one of the stories in Men Without Women. "When he's not taking on the canon, he's upping the narrative ante to see if he can escape the conventions of the form -- and he almost always does," wrote Jay Fielden in the New York Times. For him, the collection was a "decidedly masculine, melancholy souffle". The Evening Standard's Ian Thomson found the stories "disconcertingly erotic" and "calculatedly provocative", these "sweet-sour meditations on human solitude and a yearning to connect". In the Financial Times, Arifa Akbar agreed, noting that Murakami's female characters are not fully formed, but "are only ever admired or appraised". But "every line is saturated with existential loneliness", and the Kafkaesque story, "Samsa in Love", is "Murakami at his whimsical, romantic best. However beautifully rendered the loneliness in the rest of the collection, one wishes, in the end, for a little bit more of this." Readers have been wishing for a little bit more from Henry Marsh since his 2014 memoir, Do No Harm. His follow-up, Admissions: A Life in Brain Surgery, "does not disappoint", wrote Melanie Reid in the Times, calling Marsh "A master of tar-black, deadpan humour: intensely compassionate, vain, arrogant, impatient, rebellious and at times querulous" and "never anything but honest". Much of that honesty concerns "the depressingly byzantine workings of the NHS," wrote Jessamy Calkin in the Daily Telegraph, hailing Marsh as "part of a growing canon of superb modern medical writers -- alongside Atul Gawande, Gabriel Weston and Suzanne O'Sullivan -- whose storytelling and prose are transportative". The Literary Review's Jane O'Grady called him "self-lacerating in his pursuit of the truth", and the Mail on Sunday's Tom Sutcliffe "epigrammatically balanced and almost brutally candid", from "the elegance of the writing to the undiminished sense of wonder at the complexity of the brain", to the importance of being "fiercely angry about what politicians and bureaucrats have done to the NHS." .
Kirkus Review
"Our relationship isn't exactlynormal": as ever, a glimpse into the strange worlds people invent by the always inventive Murakami (Absolutely on Music: Conversations, 2016, etc.).If you are one of Murakami's male characters, you do what you can to be different: sure, you sleep around and drink a lot of whiskey, but you also read books and listen to music, especially his beloved Beatles, who provide two of the seven chapter titles here. If the title story pays homage to Hemingway, there's nothing much Hemingway-esque about any of the players except perhaps a world-weary resignation to the way things are, as well as a few odd affectations that may not mean much to non-Japanese readers; in the story "Yesterday," for instance, one character speaks a dialect from a region that isn't his own. "Why does somebody who was born and raised in Tokyo go to the trouble of learning the Kansai dialect and speak it all the time?" Why indeed? If you are a female Murakami character, you are likely to be disaffected and a little lonely, though no more passive than any of the males: things happen to Murakami's people more than they make things happen. Nowhere is this more true than in the compellingly odd tale "Samsa in Love," which opens, with Kafkaesque matter-of-factness, with the words "He woke to discover that he had undergone a metamorphosis and become Gregor Samsa." Aside from a certain priapism, things aren't all that much different in his life, though a woman he meets schools him in an important truth: "Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart." Considering the state of the world, that's a valuable takeaway and well worth the price of admission. Not groundbreaking but certainly vintage Murakami: a little arch, a little tired, but always elegant. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Library Journal Review
Murakami's (Kafka on the Shore) latest short story collection maintains the author's high standard of literary weird fiction. This collection centers on the titular concept, with stories of life after men's relationships have ended in death or divorce, addressing how these men are changed by that disconnection. The author's style takes a variety of forms, from straightforward in a tale of an actor relating his search for answers about his deceased wife to his chauffeur, to magical realism in the tale of a spirit saving a bartender from his own emotional stasis and entropy after he walked in on his wife with another man. Kirby Heyborne is a perfect reader for Murakami's characters, lending just the right cadence and timbre to match the complex and often reserved men of whom he speaks. Verdict Another fantastic collection from Murakami, rich with emotion and written with mastery. Highly recommended for fans of literary fiction, Japanese fiction, weird fiction, and domestic fiction and for older male readers.-Tristan Boyd, Austin, TX © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
The call came in after one a.m. and woke me up. Phones ringing in the middle of the night always sound harsh and grating, like some savage metal tool out to destroy the world. I felt it was my duty, as a member of the human race, to put a stop to it, so I got out of bed, padded over to the living room, and picked up the receiver. A man's low voice informed me that a woman had vanished from this world forever. The voice belonged to the woman's husband. At least that's what he said. And he went on. My wife committed suicide last Wednesday, he said. In any case, I thought I should let you know. In any case. As far as I could make out, there was not a drop of emotion in his voice. It was like he was reading lines meant for a telegram, with barely any space at all between each word. An announcement, pure and simple. Unadorned reality. Period. What did I say in response? I must have said something, but I can't recall. At any rate, there was a prolonged period of silence. Like a deep hole in the middle of the road that the two of us were staring into from opposite sides. Then, without a word, as if he were gently placing a fragile piece of artwork on the floor, the man hung up. I stood there, in a white T-shirt and blue boxers, pointlessly clutching the phone. How did he know about me? I have no idea. Had she mentioned my name to her husband, as an old boyfriend? But why? And how did he know my phone number (which was unlisted)? In the first place, why me? Why would her husband go to the trouble of calling me to let me know his wife had died? I couldn't imagine she'd left a request like that in a farewell note. We'd broken up years earlier. And we'd never seen each other since-not even once. We had never even talked on the phone. That's neither here nor there. The bigger problem was that he didn't explain a single thing to me. He thought he needed to let me know his wife had killed herself. And somehow he'd gotten hold of my phone number. Beyond that, though-nothing. It seemed his intention was to leave me stuck somewhere in the middle, dangling between knowledge and ignorance. But why? To get me thinking about something? Like what? Excerpted from Men Without Women: Stories by Haruki Murakami All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.