对我来说,谈论村上春树并不是一件非常轻松的事。他和他的作品,我太熟悉,太热爱,太融入,甚至——在某种意义上——他们已经成为我生命的一部分。我究竟该从何说起呢?那就像跟人描述一座我非常喜欢而且经常去的森林。嗨,那座森林到底好在哪里,你拍拍我的肩膀,说给我们听听。而我则挠挠头,耸耸肩,嗯,那里很棒,我说,很美,很奇妙。这个回答显然难以令人满意。你用怀疑的眼光看着我,于是我补充说,也许你可以自己去看看。 For me, talking about Haruki Murakami is not an easy task. He and his work, I’m too familiar, too passionate, too involved, and even - in a way - they’ve become part of my life. Where should I start? It’s like describing a forest I love and often go to. Hi, where is the forest? Well, you patted me on the shoulder and said to us. And I scratched my head, shrugged, ah, where is great, I said, beautiful, very wonderful. This answer is apparently unsatisfactory. You looked at me with skepticism, so I added that maybe you could go see it yourself.