Name: After Dark
Rating: 3.828320802005012 (399 reviews)
ISBN: 9780676979602

Haruki Murakami

After Dark

アフターダーク

Lauri

The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on living alone down there in the darkness.

maderinn⟢

Francesca

Of what value is a civilisation that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?

The trombone and me: it was a meeting arranged by destiny.

Our point of view, as an imaginary camera, picks up and lingers over things like this in the room. We are invisible, anonymous intruders. We look. We listen. We note odours. But we are not physically present in the place, and we leave behind no traces. We follow the same rules, so to speak, as orthodox time travellers. We observe but we do not intervene.

Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes and it's not the same as in daytime.

He is one of those unidentifiable people who inhabit the city at night.

The sound of the needle tracing the record groove. The languorous, sensual music of Duke Ellington. Music for the middle of the night.

Our viewpoint camera lingers in here for a while observing the restroom. Mari is no longer here. Neither is anyone else. Music continues to play from the ceiling speaker. A Hall and Oates song now: " I Can't Go for That." A closer look reveals that Maris image is still reflected in the mirror over the sink. The Mari in the mirror is looking from her side into this side. Her sombre gaze seems to be expecting some kind of occurrence. But there is no one on this side. Only her image is left in the Skylark's restroom mirror.

The rooms begins to darken . In the deepening darkness, "I Can't Go for That" continues to play.

It's just the way I'm made: I can't stand by and let a son-of-a-bitch like that pull shit like that.

"Looks like a totally ordinary guy," says Komugi.

"The ordinary-looking ones are the most dangerous," says Kaoru, rubbing her chin. "They carry around a shitload of stress."

I'm just stumbling around all the time in my own narrow little world.

She's carrying around so many problems all by herself she can't make any headway, and she's searching for help. She expresses those feelings by hurting herself.

ani jedno z toho nerobím a mala by som začať 

It's my motto for life. 'Walk slowly; drink lots of water.'

He's got that baby-boomer toughness. Like Mick Jagger being called 'Sir' now—it's that generation, just hangin' in there. He doesn't do a lot of soul searching, but he learns his lesson.

Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

A short, sleek novel of encounters set in the witching hours of Tokyo between midnight and dawn, and every bit as gripping as Haruki Murakami’s masterworks The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and Kafka on the Shore. At its center are two sisters: Yuri, a fashion model sleeping her way into oblivion; and Mari, a young student soon led from solitary reading at an anonymous Denny’s into lives radically alien to her own: those of a jazz trombonist who claims they’ve met before; a burly female “love hotel” manager and her maidstaff; and a Chinese prostitute savagely brutalized by a businessman. These “night people” are haunted by secrets and needs that draw them together more powerfully than the differing circumstances that might keep them apart, and it soon becomes clear that Yuri’s slumber–mysteriously tied to the businessman plagued by the mark of his crime – will either restore or annihilate her. After Dark moves from mesmerizing drama to metaphysical speculation, interweaving time and space as well as memory and perspective into a seamless exploration of human agency – the interplay between self-expression and understanding, between the power of observation and the scope of compassion and love. Murakami’s trademark humor, psychological insight, and grasp of spirit and morality are here distilled with an extraordinary, harmonious mastery. “Eyes mark the shape of the city. Through the eyes of a high-flying night bird, we take in the scene from midair. In our broad sweep, the city looks like a single gigantic creature–or more, like a single collective entity created by many intertwining organisms. Countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells, sending out new data and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old, sending out new contradictions and collecting the old. To the rhythm of its pulsing, all parts of the body flicker and flare up and squirm. Midnight is approaching, and while the peak of activity has indeed passed, the basal metabolism that maintains life continues undiminished, producing the basso continuo of the city’s moan, a monotonous sound that neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with foreboding.” —from After Dark

The story is a journey into the characters of the night. It’s an eerie experience.

Lauren Guy

Really liked the characters but plot seemed a bit pointless to me, still a good read

🍊

Very misty piece. It might be fun to get lost a little bit. 

Marek Hnatiak

Eyes mark the shape of the city The midnight hour approaches in an almost-empty diner. Mari sips her coffee and reads a book, but soon her solitude is disturbed: a girl has been beaten up at the Alphaville hotel, and needs Mari's help. Meanwhile Mari's beautiful sister Eri lies in a deep, heavy sleep that is 'too perfect, too pure' to be normal; it has lasted for two months. But tonight as the digital clock displays 00:00, a hint of life flickers across the television screen in her room, even though it's plug has been pulled out. Strange nocturnal happenings, or a trick of the night?

ter lido esse livro durante a semana na qual eu tive três dos piores episódios de insônia da minha vida toda foi realmente uma decisão! 

anna

Nineteen-year-old Mari is waiting out the night in an anonymous Denny’s when she meets a young man who insists he knows her older sister, thus setting her on an odyssey through the sleeping city. In the space of a single night, the lives of a diverse cast of Tokyo residents—models, prostitutes, mobsters, and musicians—collide in a world suspended between fantasy and reality. Utterly enchanting and infused with surrealism, After Dark is a thrilling account of the magical hours separating midnight from dawn.


There is something comforting about being awake at night; just you, the stars, and the millions of others going about their lives. It leaves time for reflection and observation, something rather difficult to do in the busy hours in which it is dark. 

Tomie

Nineteen-year-old Mari is waiting out the night in an anonymous Denny's when she meets a youn man who insists he knows her older sister, thus setting her on an odyssey through the sleeping city.

Maureen

"It's not as if our lives are simply divided into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.”

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Officially adding this to my list of fave Murakami books (not that I've read plenty though). I couldn't put it down, hence I finished it in a day. This novel probes into the things that happen past midnight—particularly how people tend to disclose parts of themselves they can't admit during the day. I loved how meaningful the formed connections were, and that Murakami introduced strong female leads in this story.

As always, he never hesitates to leave readers in the dark. Unlike other novels, I don't see this as a problem. I think I've already gotten used to Murakami's trademark.

♱ zuzanna 

Vince Hilahan

i wanna pull an all nighter wandering now

Completely devoured this novel— (during) 

—I love how unbeknownst to me, I was mindlessly reading by the time stamp. It was atmospheric, dreamy, utterly hypnotic and it felt like I was part of the narrative. Murakami’s distinctive style blends so well with the cinematic mood of Tokyo at night. I adore the characters so much, especially love Mari and Takahashi’s dynamics. It was short but it definitely left me wanting more!

Completely devoured this novel— (during) after dark—I love how unbeknownst to me, I was mindlessly reading by the time stamp. It was atmospheric, dreamy, utterly hypnotic and it felt like I was part of the narrative. Murakami’s distinctive style blends so well with the cinematic mood of Tokyo at night. I adore the characters so much, especially love Mari and Takahashi’s dynamics. It was short but it definitely left me wanting more!

sani

“That people’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn’t matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They’re all just fuel.”

3.5☆? i was told that After Dark is the easiest book to get into Murakami and in a way, it was true! but it was sort of underwhelming? i think i had far more higher expectations but i would definitely try to read more of his books, trying to ignore that the blatant misogyny isn't present. 

one thing about the book is that all the characters were very fascinating, even Eri, even though she wasn't even participating in the story as an active character, at least. Takahashi and Mari were so interesting, i don't think i would ever stop myself from thinking of what happens to them in the future. 

as someone who loves the beauty of the night, this book regrew my connection with it. “Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.” absolutely true.

★★★★★ // my favorite murakami. he makes the night—the witching hour—seem like a character of its own, as if it is an entity existing with everyone else. almost romantic, just the right kind of mysterious. mari is by far my favorite murakami heroine.

In both style and story, this feels like Murakami on autopilot.

Frederik De Bosschere

The midnight hour approaches in an almost empty all-night diner. Mari sips her coffee and glances up from a book as a young man, a musician, intrudes on her solitude. Both have missed the last train home. The musician has plans to rehearse with his jazz band all night, Mari is equally unconcerned and content to read, smoke and drink coffee until dawn. They realise they've been acquainted through Eri, Mari's beautiful sister. The musician soon leaves with a promise to return before dawn. Shortly afterwards Mari will be interrupted a second time by a girl from the Alphaville Hotel; a Chinese prostitute has been hurt by a client, the girl has heard Mari speaks fluent Chinese and requests her help. Meanwhile Eri is at home and sleeps a deep, heavy sleep that is 'too perfect, too pure' to be normal; pulse and respiration at the lowest required level. She has been in this soporfic state for two months; Eri has become the classic myth - a sleeping beauty. But tonight as the digital clock displays 00:00 a faint electrical crackle is perceptible, a hint of life flickers across the TV screen, though the television's plug has been pulled. Murakami, acclaimed master of the surreal, returns with a stunning new novel, where the familiar can become unfamiliar after midnight, even to those that thrive in small hours. With After Dark we journey beyond the twilight. Strange nocturnal happenings, or a trick of the night?

Xiang

y✦

easily a comfort read for an insomniac like me

Haritlak Thawikasikam

Five spot after dark - Curtis Fuller -- is the best backing soundtrack when you read this book at night.

After Dark

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