Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Short Story by Haruki Murakami

Haruki Murakami: On seeing the 100%  perfect girl one beautiful April morning 


(Above is short film fully based on this story)

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku 
neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she's not that good­looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either ­  must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards  away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and  my mouth is as dry as a desert.  Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl ­ one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or  graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I  have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.