“I felt like bits of reality and unreality were randomly changing places. When he leaves the bar, in a hurry, it “was no longer the street I knew” and “thick, slimy snakes wound themselves tightly around the trunks.” In ‘Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey’ (which will have you wondering who was the first to conceive of a back and forth with a monkey, Murakami or David Lynch?), our narrator is confused: Take the title story for instance which closes out the book in which a man in a suit gazes into the mirror behind a bar and stops recognising himself moments prior to a woman he has seemingly never met before having a row with him. Stories in which opposing realities rub up against one another. There are strange stories here, to be sure. If you’re a fan of Murakami, and if you have ever expended even a modicum of thought in wondering what we mean when we say something is ‘Murakami-ish”, then First Person Singular gives you much in the way of proverbial grist for your mill. Or at least Murakami’s writing at any rate. Thankfully, I guess I like dark beer too.
He mentions it in regards to his novels which, as you can see, he issues with the same apologetic feeling as the beer seller. It’s just a bonus that dark beer is what Murakami likes. Regarding the quote above, Murakami always likes to drink dark beer, and by the time he usually attracts the attention of a beer seller they always approach apologetically because all they have left is dark beer.
‘The Yakult Swallows…’ is about baseball, which Murakami likes a lot. So writes Murakami in ‘The Yakult Swallows Poetry Collection’, an ostensibly non-fiction piece that sits within what is ostensibly a short story collection, First Person Singular. I want to face people in the world and apologise to each and everyone, “I’m sorry but all I have is dark beer.” “When I write novels, I often experience the same feeling as that young man.
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