I really loved this memoir, though I have to say that the translation probably isn’t the best. It’s hard for me to be entirely certain since I can’t read the original in Japanese, but I’m guessing it’s no coincidence that Philip Gabriel has translated two of my less favorite Murakami novels (Kafka on the Shore and Sputnik Sweetheart). I kept feeling like there were nuances that I was missing.
Even still, I found this little memoir inspiring. It’s about running, but it’s also about writing. It’s about ﬁnding focus and keeping momentum. I kind of wanted to start running right when I ﬁnished it, even though I’ve never been able to ﬁgure out how to breathe right. I think it’s very likely I’ll read this again someday even though I probably won’t ever be a long-distance runner.