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11:56 pm to 6:52 am—murakami sets the story within this precise window of time, just before midnight appears and ends right before the sun rises. i’ve always loved the night; there’s something about those late hours, when the world is quiet and half-asleep, that makes me feel more aware of everything. i’ve noticed how sleep deprivation strips away pretenses—my thoughts flow smoother, my emotions feel unfiltered—and After Dark captures that feeling perfectly. as i read, i felt like i was moving through the city with these characters, caught in that strange, in-between space where conversations feel both lonely and intimate. the way the story unravels mirrors that experience—slow, atmospheric, almost weightless—lingering in the spaces between reality and dream, where time slips away before you even realize it.

This book gently draws you into the quiet, early hours of the city, creating a tranquil yet unsettling atmosphere. Beneath its calm surface, it delves into profound themes sisterhood, family expectations, and fractured relationships woven with subtlety but deep resonance. I anticipated a comforting read, yet I found myself increasingly uneasy, gripped by a lingering sense of paranoia. The writing is captivating, pulling you in and leaving you with more questions than answers. Even after finishing, I can’t stop wondering about the fate of its characters.

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.

"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.” *** 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.

feels like a fever dream

i wanna pull an all nighter wandering now

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!

“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.

3.5

It was alright, I don't think I would have finished this book if I didn't listen to the audiobook. I am just confused about what I just listened to, I feel like it was several short stories, but all connected somehow? I don't really understand this book...

I love books that take place entirely in one day / night!! So good and funny. Reading conversations between interesting people is always so entrancing to me and Murakami does this very well

i lost brain cells finishing this novel

★★★★★ // 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.

~vibes~

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

Mayhaps my favourite from Murakami,,,,,,

easily a comfort read for an insomniac like me

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

Something about it makes you very conscious of yourself and surroundings as you read it. Sometimes your hair stand on end. You could say it's the kind of mindfuck you gift yourself, happily.

It might be the perfect first Murakami book one should read. Saying that I found this a weak entry in the already amazing Murakami Books I've read. Murakami shines the best in his world building and magical realism and those are the shining parts of this novel. I feel like the plot and character building had to take a little side step because of the novelty idea of making the plot revolve around a series of adventures contained in a Single night. Credit where the credit is due; The writing is beautiful. The proses are poetic. I know I'll come to love this book even more after re-reading. It reads like a book that should be savoured not rushed. "Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?"

I lost my love for reading years ago, and I think this book just bring it back to life. It was really beautifully written and easy to read. Felt like I was enveloped in an eerie atmosphere when reading it and it was definitely an amazing experience. I definitely recommend it to people like me, who are seeking to get back in touch with reading.

i had a nightmare about this book last night

Loved it! Love Murakami, and this particular one had a lot of parts that really spoke to my own life. I love the vignette style of telling a story based on very small interactions and how they all connect, this book was so interesting, very slice of life, and extremely atmospheric.
The half a star missing for a full 5 is because I would have loved to see the businessman actually get punished for what he did in the hotel, his story felt like it ended very abruptly compared to every other character

"Wherever the intention of each might lie, we are together being carried along at the same speed down the same river of time." I thought this was a good, tight representation of what Murakami is. Mari, sitting alone late at night reading at a family restaurant, is interrupted by someone sitting down with her to talk. Over the course of the night we get to know Mari a little bit, visit her sister Eri, and experience a bit of a surreal look into these two sisters' lives. The sun rises, and the story ends. I loved the late night aesthetic, and think Murakami really nailed it setting-wise. I also really liked the incorporation of timestamps, essentially, for each chapter. It really made everything feel more real and alive, in a weird way. I had lots of questions when I finished the book, but that's par for the course with Murakami stories. Lots of references go over my head, but I love the scenes he paints too much to be bothered by that.
Highlights

It’s because l can pull the memories out of the drawers when I have to—the important ones and the useless ones—that I can go on living this nightmare of a life. I might think I can't take it any more, that I can't go on any more, but one way or another I get past that.

You know what I think? she says. 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.

When I finish work and get into bed, I always think: let me not wake up. Let me just go on sleeping. ‘Cause then I wouldn't have to think about anything.
^^ so relatable

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.

Here, room a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.
Haruki mi ukradol srdce

The crescent moon takes the form of a silent white monolith, a long-lost message floating in the western sky.
plačem

It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognising and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does. And to acquire a healthy intelligence takes a certain amount of time and effort.

Around us, cause and effect join hands, and synthesis and division maintain their equilibrium. Everything, finally, unfolded in a place resembling a deep, inaccessible fissure. Such places open secret entries into darkness in the interval between midnight and the time the sky glows light. None of our principles has any effort there. No one can predict when or where such abysses will swallow people, or where they will spit them out.

You know what I think? That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It's important to combine the two in just the right amount.

"Well, I think there has to be something like reincarnation. Or maybe I should say I'm scared to think there isn't. I can't understand nothingness. I can't understand it and I can't imagine it."
"Nothingness means there's absolutely nothing, so maybe there's no need to understand it or imagine it."

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.

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

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.

It's my motto for life. 'Walk slowly; drink lots of water.'
ani jedno z toho nerobím a mala by som začať

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.
pretože je eldest daughter

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

I'm a lump of flesh, a commercial asset.

"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."
budem pamätať

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.
áno

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.
Murakami is Murakamiing

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

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

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