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Imagine yourself as a 30-year-old single white-collar worker, living in Boston or Cambridge. You enjoyed college, but somehow this new working life of yours just isn’t as much fun as you thought it’d be. You’d like to recapture some of the magic of your undergraduate days, but you’ve already got your masters degree and don’t need any more education. You haven’t slept past 11:30 AM in six years, and the last time you just dropped...
...Japan's new Prime Minister is his haircut might not sound like a ringing endorsement. But in a country of copycat Brylcreemed coiffures, the Koizumi Perm is downright revolutionary: ample gray locks swirling high above his head and cascading down the back of his neck, brushing over his shirt collar. The rakish look of the tall, angular 59-year-old enhances his image as an iconoclast, a romantic lead actor storming the stage of Japan's crusty political establishment. As Toshiaki Okazaki, a 59-year-old whale-meat vendor, said while Koizumi campaigned near his stall in Kita-Kyushu recently...
...sound of howling wind, a model emerges in a head-to-toe snow print wearing a delicate collar of cherry blossoms nodding on long, slender stems. Then, to the melancholy strains of a live string orchestra, others follow in puffed coats so intricately puckered and gathered that models look encased in origami cocoons. The collection, the fourth by Issey Miyake's heir apparent Naoki Takizawa, creates an effect so mesmerizing that, for a moment, even the most hard-nosed store buyers forget niggling practicalities like what happens if you sit while furled in those brilliantly colored coats...
Even when he is writing about relatively fantastic subjects, like spirit possession in sheep, Murakami's sensibility is that of the skeptical realist. His narrator is inevitably everyman, contemporary Tokyo edition - a thirtyish urban male in a low-key, white-collar job, a somewhat passive fellow who doesn't expect much out of life and takes what comes with jaded equanimity. Like the narrators of Raymond Carver's stories - Murakami is Carver's translator - they are unremarkable men, less driven by the ethic to succeed and less enmeshed in the powerful webs of family and business and community than most...
...know that fusion is hot, sizzling, more caliente than a salsa beat. It's that multiculti urge that propels us to douse a hamburger with teriyaki sauce or buy an Armani jacket with a Nehru collar. Such marriages of East and West are a harmless intermingling of cultures: a war never started by adding a dollop of wasabi to potato chips or a bindhi to Madonna's forehead...