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حرق حظيرة by Haruki Murakami, مي أحمد, هاروكي موراكامي

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hthyhl's review against another edition

4.0

Very short, but definitely more intriguing than Norwegian Wood. As my second read from Murakami (Norwegian being the first one) I immediately noticed his writing style and his lack of knowledge and somewhat heavy prejudice towards girls. Why does he always have to write his female characters like that? Men, huh?

Regardless, it was more exciting and I felt more reading this 13-page story rather than the Norwegian one. Not saying that Norwegian isn't interesting. I just found this piece more appealing (for me).

Maybe I cracked Murakami's formula of writing. A disrupt and loner man who doesn't understand a distressed, sad and depressed woman. And an ending that would make you think and ponder things.

alireads_'s review against another edition

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4.0

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yooni's review

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dark inspiring sad tense fast-paced

Plot- or character-driven? A mix
Strong character development? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

5.0

cambrand's review against another edition

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dark mysterious reflective medium-paced

Plot- or character-driven? A mix
Strong character development? No
Loveable characters? No
Diverse cast of characters? No
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.75

gadube's review against another edition

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challenging mysterious reflective medium-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? No
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.0

nicoleipi's review against another edition

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4.0

I missed most of the inter-textual connections to Faulkner's short story of the same name, so I didn't find the philosophical observations super profound. Perhaps I'll find the message and/or writing more genius after I read Faulkner's "Barn Burning."

Chilling story. You *know* something's off, but you don't know what even after you finish. Then you step away and while you're doing the dishes, the realization hits you like a truck.

The ending is gorgeous "December's come again, and the winter birds fly overhead. And I keep on getting older." I don't know why, but the confusion and the desperation of leaving a mystery unsolved is packed so perfectly into those two sentences.