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Original Title:	1973年のピンボール
ISBN:	4061860127 (ISBN13: 9784061860124)
Edition Language:	English
Series:	The Rat #2
Setting:	Japan

Pinball, 1973 (The Rat #2)

Haruki Murakami

Paperback | Pages: 215 pages

Rating: 3.54 | 10503 Users | 667 Reviews

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The plot centers on the narrator's brief but intense obsession with pinball, his life as a freelance translator, and his later efforts to reunite with the old pinball machine that he used to play. He describes living with a pair of identical unnamed female twins, who mysteriously appear in his apartment one morning, and disappear at the end of the book. Interspersed with the narrative are his memories of the Japanese student movement, and of his old girlfriend Naoko. The plot alternates between describing the life of narrator and that of his friend, The Rat.

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Title	:	Pinball, 1973 (The Rat #2)
Author	:	Haruki Murakami
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 215 pages
Published	:	1980 by Kodansha International Ltd.
Categories	:	Fiction. Asian Literature. Japanese Literature. Cultural. Japan

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I love how it was an easy reading-- straight forward, no twist whatsoever. Narrator post-uni life and his pinball addiction. But why I think this is a lonely book? Every time I continue my read on the chapters I always feel down for no reasons. There's something about loneliness hiding itself in the fragment. Perhaps Rat's story, or maybe Mr Narrator himself. "My face and my soul passes someone else's on the street. Their eyes saw nothing, not a damn thing. I felt empty. Maybe I had nothing left

Well-written but awful in every other respect, PINBALL 1973 is a pretentious piece of navel-gazing tripe that feels cobbled together from several unrelated short stories. I bought the book for an airplane trip and only soldiered through it due to a lack of alternative entertainment options (darn budget airlines!). The plot (if you can call it that) is a bunch of gobbledygook about a detached young twenty-something who, when he's not busy reading Kant or listening to Mozart, lackadaisically falls

i enjoyed the last 40 pages of this - something resembling a plot actually happens! yay! haha. but still, similar to the first book in this story, i found myself a little bored with this. ive heard the next two parts of this are better, so i will most likely continue with the story. 3 stars

(I read the Goossen translation.)Read Pinball, 1973, and enjoyed it more than his first, both four stars. Again, there was a scene reminding me of Bradbury - his electric light circus of Something Wicked This Way Comes. In Pinball it's a warehouse full of pinball machines all whirring to life with the throw of a switch. Also reminiscent of 1Q84 with the lone dog at the lonely distant rail station. Pinball is partly a story of despondency after the end of a relationship. Pinball, work, beer and

Really more of a novella than a novel, with the flavor of Murakami's short fiction. One of his hapless protagonists puzzles through his confusion about the empty spaces in his life for a while, then the book ends. I enjoyed the first-person POV chapters much more than the third person sections about The Rat (this book is the second in the author's "Trilogy of the Rat"). It's not thrilling reading, but you get the idea that there is a lot to unpack here, and a great deal of insight into the

The Rat Trilogy gets even better with the second book. Not as straight forward as the first book, but still retaining the same simplicity. The narration is more unstructured, with the author jumping between narrators. The characters are few, and it adds to the sense of belonging with them. You really feel like you are in the head of the characters as they say and do the things they do.The book left me sad, more of a vague heartache, a sense of not belonging, a distant kind of gloom;of being in

It is probably just my fault reading this right after HM's first novel, but the normal bag of tricks just didn't work for me. And maybe I am just cranky from too much air travel, but his one-dimensional female characters that only exist in the orbit of the men really started to irritate me (none of the females in this book were given names).