Well look, another summer’s almost over and I’ve still not fully recovered from my bad case of blogging fatigue caused by writing too much in other places. But today I come here with something slightly more substantial than nothing, something which doesn’t even require that many words.
Of course I can’t stray too far from the area that has pretty much taken over my real life – literature. Hence this post shall be a TV pop culture meets literature sort of collection:

1. American Writers on Gossip Girl: A Deadly Adventure?

Last September, Gossip Girl came back with its second season in which Dan Humphrey landed himself an internship with a famous writer played by none other than Jay McInerney. How fitting for all parties involved!

But then a few months later, I started to have doubts about what exactly fate might have in store for writers who appear on that show, even just indirectly. Because in “You’ve Got Yale!”, episode 16 of season 2, our budding writer Dan Humphrey could be spooted reading an old paperback of John Updike’s Rabbit Redux in a trendy coffee house.

Now, in any other case I would have said ‘Congratulations, great product placement!’ or rolled my eyes and thought ‘OK, Humphrey’s the quiet, intellectual guy of the show, I get it (only he’s not)!’. But this whole thing seemed completely bizarre because this very episode was aired on January 19, 2009 and only a little more than a week later, on January 27, John Updike died…! When I heard the news of Updike’s death, that image of Humphrey holding Updike’s novel in his hands flashed up in my mind and I couldn’t help but wonder if it’s really safe for a writer to be featured on Gossip Girl… (Insert thoughtful silence here.)

2. Murakami, Murakami everywhere

Look who was scheduled for an operation at Seattle Grace in episode 18 of season 5 of Grey’s Anatomy (airing date March 19, 2009):

Richard Powers? And Murakami Haruki? Seems like the set designers were getting a little too carried away with their love for certain writers… Or maybe there is no such thing? Anyway, I sincerely hope the operation was a success and they sewed up Haruki properly again!

Speaking of my favourite portrayer of the Sheep Man:
I saw the anime movie Kumo no mukou, yakusoku no basho (The Place Promised in our Early Days) the other day and while I was watching it I couldn’t help but notice certain similarities to Murakami Haruki’s works – the atmosphere, the parallel reality issue, the tower, the way the protagonist expressed himself in the monologues etc. Afterwards I saw the interview with the director Shinkai Makoto that was included on the DVD, which was shot in a place that looked like his work office. There were two screens in the background which showed important scenes and background designs for the film and then yes, I noticed in stack of two books drawn for the film one book I actually own:

The blue book at the bottom is the Japanese hardcover edition of the first volume of Murakami Haruki’s Umibe no Kafuka/Kafka on the Shore complete with its obi and everything. I’m not sure if the image of the two books was used directly in the movie itself at some point because I’ve watched it only once so far and saw the interview afterwards, but expressing your love for literature and your favourite authors in every possible way, across all media, is simply admirable and obviously a pleasure for everyone involved ;)

Murakami Haruki’s new book 1Q84, his 12th long novel, went on sale today (technically yesterday, Friday 29th). Shinchosha was being completely secretive about the story before it was published and didn’t even give any hints on the novel’s official site, just that it was more or less connected to Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle and Kafka on the Shore which are all in my personal top 5 of the greatest Haruki books ever written. (A Wild Sheep Chase and Dance Dance Dance would be the remaining two titles on that list.)

Now Shinchosha offers a lot more information on the novel which is published in two hardcover volumes (1,890 yen each). The Japanese reading of the novel’s titel, ichi-kyuu-hachi-yon, probably makes it easier to guess that it stands for the year 1984. Whereas Orwell’s 1984, written in 1949, was science fiction in the sense that it presented a possible future, Murakami’s 1Q84 is supposedly a novel about the past as it could have been, depicting some sort of parallel world to the “real” 1984 as it might have happened but, as fiction, didn’t. (Not that 1984 wasn’t a year that hasn’t been extensively written about in the Murakami universe.)

There’s also a Japanese Wikipedia page for the book now, with a short plot summary and character introductions (which I’m trying hard not to read to avoid spoilers), and amazon.co.jp already has a few customer reviews up whereas last night there were none. (I hope no one was crazy enough to read the whole 1000+ pages in one day o_O) Currently there are 6 reviews for book one, 5 of which gave the book 5 stars. Argh, anticipation~ Can’t wait till my books get here!

I just saw the news that Anthony Minghella died on Tuesday morning :( I couldn’t believe my eyes at first and had to go online to verify it and it turned out to be true… He was still so young, I just cannot believe he’s gone ;_; (I still remember four years ago when he came to Berlin to promote Cold Mountain at the Berlin International Film Festival…)

In related news, science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke who co-wrote the script for Kubrick’s 2001 also died…

And speaking of the Berlinale, I decided to post a few impressions in two back-dated entries, the first of which is located here.

Damn, I need to finish my 12-page paper before it finishes me off for ever. Damn you, Meiji peasant rebellions.

That was enough cursing for a pure young girl like me. Yes! I’ve temporarily left Berlin to be able to concentrate better on my paper but did it work? No, very obviously not. I’ll be back in the city for Popkomm, though! So many cool bands to see! Seachange is going to play in a club right across from where my new apartment is. Oh the joy. I might run over in my pajamas. Or not. (Not that I even own a pair of pajamas.)

Moving to the new apartment was a physically quite demanding job because it included getting all my furniture and belongings from my old third floor apartment into the car and then back up into our new fourth floor apartment. But I haven’t regretted moving in with my friend one bit because I hated living on my own, it made me feel almost suicidally lonesome sometimes, it wasn’t funny anymore. And now I live in just about the most interesting, most inspiring neighbourhood imaginable. Describing it would mean having to resort to all the usual clichés about Prenzelberg (wiki German, wiki English), and they’re all true but they fit me wonderfully so I don’t care.

Hm, I don’t know but I feel like seeing some band but the only band I’d be remotely interested in that’s playing in the city would be The Automatic next Monday. It would be just right, though, in one way because I had Raoul playing in my head when we went to look at the apartment for the first time and it was such a brilliant day and then we even got the apartment…

But for the moment, I’m just enjoying being back with my family and all the boredom that comes with it. (Wait, I shouldn’t say I’m bored because then I might as well go back to writing my paper!) I’ll try and finish watching Eureka seveN, only twenty-something episodes to go -_- No but seriously, I’m glad I’ve kept watching it this far. Around episode 30, it had that enlightening, extremely rewarding moment when all the very very veeerrryyy slow character and plot development paid off because it really made you feel like you came all this long way with the characters. It’s hard to explain, it’s just something personal I suppose.

My almost 2-year struggle for finding the right MP3 player is slowly reaching it’s last stages. Which means – I’m just as indecisive as ever -_-;; But I’ll really need one once the semester’s started again because the train rides to uni will be super long since our new apartment’s pretty much on the other side of the city. I might take the newspaper with me on the train, or a book or some manga, and it might keep me occupied in the afternoons/evenings on the way home; but I surely won’t be able to read in the morning on the train to uni as it makes me even more tired so I just need something to keep me cozy and awake and music softly playing from an MP3 player could do just that :) I need to stop babbling, it makes me sound like an idiot.

I’m reading Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never let me go at the moment and it has to be one of the most precious books I’ve ever read. It’s indescribably beautiful and filled with so many details, scenes of human interaction and dialogues written in such a warm, realistic way it’s sometimes painful, and there’s a protagonist I can identify myself with so well, I know it’s going to be hard to finish reading the book. I know it because I’ve been putting off reading the last 50 pages or so for a couple of days now. I just don’t want it to end even though it’s been so melancholic and heart-breaking and even terrifying in a very subtle way…

[Music: Hard-Fi - Stars of CCTV]

Oh my God, I can’t believe that in just a few hours, I’ll be holding my very own copy of The Half-Blood Prince in my very own hands!!!

That was my Harry Potter anticipation message. It makes me sound 100% more excited than I actually feel :( Ah no, it’s not that I’m not looking forward to it. I’ve just been too busy to feel any sort of excitement because of the fact that yes, July 16th is almost here…

In other news, I’m getting rid of the Coin Locker as a separate site. It’ll become a fully integrated part of coinlockerbaby.org instead which makes it easier to post as many songs whenever I want to as part of my blog.

[Music: Idlewild - Warnings/Promises]

*points up* This entry marks the return of the infamous background music tag. I thought I could do without it but sometimes I go back to my older posts and just reading what I’d been listening to at that time brings back memories. So it’s mainly here for my own reference…

In Paul Auster’s City of Glass (the first part of The New York Trilogy), one of the events described takes place on my birthday. Not just the same day and month, but exactly my birthday.

I found this quite intriguing just because it never happened to me before with a novel. I believe there must be various reasons for that. Firstly, most of the books I read were written a long time before I was born. Secondly, as far as contemporary books are concernced, they either don’t mention exact dates or the stories simply don’t take place during my birthday.

From the moment on I realized one of the days mentioned was my birthday, the story seemed quite real just because something so personal was mentioned, a day of such importance for my life :)

In retrospect, it sounds totally strange and silly so never mind what I just wrote.