It is as different and unique as any of the Pirates of the Carribeans sequels we never wanted. Continue reading
This is the best cow and bull post about invisible cities like Hong Kong starring well-loved Disney characters such as Scrooge McDuck and Donald Duck I’ve ever written.
There isn’t much to talk about this week’s episode’s adaptation differences, so I’m going to talk about the original source a bit — mostly because there seems to be some confusion where it comes from. I recommend reading that part the most in this post.
I’ll be writing a series of short posts on Battery’s anime adaptation as it airs this season. Mostly on the adaptational differences and how different it will be. Don’t expect proper writing from me when I write these posts because I don’t feel like “editing” — they are just notes. So you won’t see me write my thoughts on Battery much, just facts over the adaptation differences (do feel free to ask me on the comment section!). I’m going to try taking out as many spoilers as possible, but I recommend reading this after you watch the anime episode in question of course.
Revisiting Murakami’s Norwegian Wood is like a nightmare that has come back to haunt you. I’ve recoiled at the mere mention of its name, inspiring dread and boredom. I remember reading it back in high school at Singapore; I was sixteen maybe and was sitting on this one bench on the third floor that oversaw the whole field. My copy was from Heathrow Airport’s book store and Murakami was my first real contemporary writer. I’ve also bought Naomi (痴人の愛) by Junichiro Tanizaki and After Dark by Murakami, both I love very dearly. But Norwegian Wood, despite having the title of a decent Beatles track, had fogged up my memory. I couldn’t recall any sort of memory reading it except images, scenes, and the numerous sex scenes. And oh yes, the tanks. The memories were all turning into mud, just dirty mud that got stuck on your boot.
Now, I’m twenty-two in Chicago and one of the class texts is, of course, Norwegian Wood. I have to study it for its writing techniques and other writerly things. I love my fate, thank you very much Nietzsche, so I shall stay for the night to write a response on the first few fifty pages. “But wait,” I said to my professor, “may I read this book in Japanese?” My professor was all excited and said, “Yes, please tell us how different it is.”
I have actually told my professor that Murakami reads basically the same as translations, but the fear of “losing meaning” in translations shall always override any reason. Continue reading
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