[German translation] Haruki Murakami is a well known and quite successful Japanese author. I’ve known him since I’ve read his book Kafka on the Shore some 10 years ago, which was weird, but great. Turns out he is an endurance runner as well, cultivating it as a hobby just like me. Naturally this book was on my list and actually was gifted to me twice. It’s a short collection of moments in his life during which he was focussed on training for specific races, for example the NYC marathon which he usually runs every year. I’ve found myself in many of his words. As a book, though, I’m not sure it’s justified. A bunch of blogged essays would have done just as well. On a positive note, the German translation of the Japanese original was refreshing – I don’t speak Japanese, but you can hear it somehow between the lines. Something different to the US originals I usually read.
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