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Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter One - from NORWEGIAN WOOD
BARN BURNING
SHIZUKO AKASHI - Ii-yu-nii-an [Disneyland]
HONEY PIE
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LIEUTENANT MAMIYA’S LONG STORY: PART I - from THE WIND-UP BIRD CHRONICLE
LIEUTENANT MAMIYA’S LONG STORY: PART II - from THE WIND-UP BIRD CHRONICLE
ICE MAN
VINTAGE BOOKS BY HARUKI MURAKAMI
VINTAGE READERS - Authors available in this series
About the Author
BOOKS BY HARUKI MURAKAMI
Copyright Page
Chapter One
from NORWEGIAN WOOD
I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport. Cold November rains drenched the earth and lent everything the gloomy air of a Flemish landscape: the ground crew in rain gear, a flag atop a squat airport building, a BMW billboard. So—Germany again.
Once 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 ever.
I bent forward in my seat, face in hands to keep my skull from splitting open. Before 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. Thanks.”
She smiled and left, and the music changed to a Billy Joel tune. I straightened up and looked out the plane window at the dark clouds hanging over the North Sea, thinking of what I had lost in the course of my life: times gone forever, friends who had died or disappeared, feelings I would never know again.
The plane reached the gate. People began unlatching their seatbelts and pulling baggage from the storage bins, and all the while I was in the meadow. I could smell the grass, feel the wind on my face, hear the cries of the birds. Autumn 1969, and soon I would be twenty.
The stewardess came to check on me again. This 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. Auf Wiedersehen.”
“Auf Wiedersehen.”
EIGHTEEN years have gone by, and still I can bring back every detail of that day in the meadow. Washed clean of summer’s dust by days of gentle rain, the mountains wore a deep, brilliant green. The October breeze set white fronds of head-tall grasses sway ............

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