Talking about "Dance! Dance! Dance!
When it comes to Norwegian Wood, Midori cooks a home-cooked meal for her friend, her lively and happy backside in the steaming kitchen is like "playing a piece of music", and Watanabe's eyes flash back to the delicate but cold lunchboxes Naoko shared with him. ....
To read Haruki Murakami, start with his food.
Haruki Murakami's writing is slick and sharp, and he plays different states of life in different novels: when he has a family reunion, he must eat cola cake, where mashed potatoes mingle with the crispy crust, and the dense texture ties up the warmth of his heart;
when he loves someone, he must cook with her, and cook a pot of beef stew with a heavy and strong flavor, and repeat the confirmation of the time passing. temperature high and low, the collection of juice viscous;
When disappointed he drinks whiskey, the bitter aftertaste is followed by a more misty vertigo, in the swaying light alone on the path home. He wrote about food, lingering warm strokes sketched out extremely vivid illustrations, will be delicate and indifferent protagonist to add color and flavor,
from the smooth and clean pages of the book stood up, jumped on the touch of the warm stove, the real smoke and fire linking the earth and literature, so I read his food, so read his life.
When novelists talk about food, they tend not to describe the magnificent plate arrangements and the wonderful enjoyment of the top ingredients, but to pick the smallest place to write, not only to write about the ham stir-fried to when it is considered the most crispy, sprinkled with celery to mention the aroma to be "gently", and never destroy the balance of the pasta, and even as subtle as garlic and chili peppers can not be mixed into the plate to avoid a bitter taste.... Even to the point of not mixing garlic and chili peppers on the plate to avoid a bitter taste...
In the somber and elegiac tone of the narrative, the interest of cooking is tastefully served on the table, dissipating the abstraction of the labor and fatigue, which is the human condition of the meal, Mr. penned the taste of human beings.
Mr. wrote,
"It is so like a line from Shakespeare that I stare blankly at the pots and pans and bottles of spices on the shelves in the sunshine of an autumn morning, and the kitchen is like the world itself."
The world is a giant kitchen, with flavors in all directions and all manner of people, and from the food the soul is comforted, and from the clash of chopsticks and dishes the most pristine of life experiences are overlaid.
Passing by the mouths or the hands of the characters that Mr. writes about, I felt, with hindsight, the close connection between literature and food, using food to describe literature, and cooking and tasting to savor the world.
As in the case of the characters in the book, the characters are not the same.
Like Watanabe and Midori's first encounter, walking aimlessly, they came across a street-side store, and in order to pass the time, they always ordered a dish that needed to be "tasted".
They shave onions, stir in dried plums and scallions that have been marinating for hours, and gently cover them with dried mackerel, or use fiery red chili peppers, sliced long and thin, with tiny particles left in to make sure that the thin noodles stick evenly to the chili noodles.
These subtle and then subtle details of cooking, in the slow chewing by Watanabe repeated imagination, elongated into the space of fantasy, indescribable sentiments and thus have a sense of identification with the firewood.
Meet a wine, *** knot two nostalgia, dense in the aroma, food carries a special memory of a certain story.
In anyone's memories, smoke steaming behind the smiling faces are too late to recall the happy past, in the soup splashed on the table to talk about the family greetings, far better than the delicious portion.
So ordinary, tedious, down-to-earth, Mr. description of food, accompanied by Watanabe, or accompanied the readers of the lonely journey in the void, the sweetness of that into the throat, to the stomach, rising up to the temperature belonging to the "Haruki Murakami" alone.
When he meets the melancholy 13-year-old girl, Yuki, the hero replaces Yuki's fast-food dependence with well-cooked dishes, and eats at the same table, where no one gets angry in front of the bowl because of the respect for food.
"What's with the ice cream, a roast beef sandwich on whole-wheat bread with a glass of milk, the beef is soft and juicy, the vegetables are fresh, that's more like it."
Taking food seriously is about the same as taking life seriously.
By linking the taste of food with memories, the seeds of taste will take root once planted, and "eating together" will become the most common and warmest ****ing sound.
Remembering the Republic of China, Cixi's stewed duck swam on Yuan Shikai's table, Su Shi's "Yangtze River around the Guo know the beauty of the fish, good bamboo even the mountains feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots" and thus have a simple impression of Huangzhou, Wang Zengqi's "salted duck eggs" were included in the text, and became the topic of conversation after school.
Food and gas, food and landscape, Haruki Murakami's food can be seen everywhere in the encounter between strangers and the wine table, hostility in the aroma of food in the dissolution of the dusk of every evening, the streets of Japan, izakaya lively and peaceful to each other to confirm that no one is an island.
When I think of countryside cooking, I often have this image: the thinly stacked green and white shredded green onions in front of the plate, the fishing fire lit by the salty sea breeze, and the sound of the knife in front of the hearth at the duk-duk, and I suddenly feel that it is a long time coming.
We are in Mr. pen, this is how to encounter Japan, clogs on the floor, looking up is warm and kind smile, light tea rendering a peaceful atmosphere, there are songs and dances, and then hot dance is also elegant and dignified, and then delicious food will not be placed next to the too high concentration of spirits ...
The peace and harmony of the people, there is no fast and furious jianghu chivalry, but more is the warmth of tolerance.
The story is the one that evokes the taste buds, and the guests pass the cake and exchange their lives with each other. The meaning of food is not the simple step of mixing ingredients, flavoring and extracting ingredients, but rather the mundane fireworks, the stories that unfold.
Go-Tsujita praised "Dance! Dance! Dance!
The main character in "Dance! Dance!" has a flavorful life:
The kohlrabi and shrimp are tossed with vinegar in a gazpacho, and the only thing that can be made into a sausage is potatoes and garlic, and the rest of the kohlrabi is joined by seaweed in a bowl of fragrant chappatsu rice.
Mr. characters, good at searching for leftovers in the refrigerator, local materials to make patterns and colors. If you have a small dish at home, you will never go for fast food, even if it is a fictional novel, even if it is an uninteresting life, and even if it is a tough one, you still have to eat.
In his metaphor of food, he quietly portrays a vivid world, where the protagonists are shuttled between strange and bizarre life experiences, and a sense of ritual is born because of eating, and this transcendence of walking in the world collides with the ingredients rooted in the earth and the simple and dexterous cooking techniques,
so that the protagonists discover a different kind of interest in life, and gradually establish a specific and clear image of the characters in the process of sharing food.
The main characters discover the joys of life, and in the process of sharing their food, they gradually build up a concrete and clear characterization.
In Tokyo, Midori cooks Kansai cuisine, replacing the sweetness of the popular flavors with thick egg yaki and saikyo-zushi, which is fresh, clean, and bright, with a vibrant greenness that jumps off the page;
In The World's End and Cold Wonderland, the protagonist entertains the library girls with lentils tossed in sesame seeds and fried sardines with soft, cold tofu, and then moves on to her own signature lighter fare.
Food in literature conveys what may be a childish desire buried deep in the reader's heart. Food makes the story real and the emotions flavorful, and his books will always be like a seaweed rolled in cucumber - simple, rustic and fresh, and loaded with the fragrance of vitality.
Read Haruki Murakami from the food, I read the calmness of his loneliness, the tenderness covered in a side of the boiler, the flavorful, free and easy attitude to life, as Mr., the dash of the pen, dry and sharp.
The world is a huge kitchen, in the frying and cooking of a unique illusion of five colors and five flavors, is Mr. unique expression of love for the world.
Li He wrote in "Will Enter the Wine": "Glazed bells, amber thick, small grooves drip wine pearl red. Cooking dragons and phoenixes weeping in jade fat, and rooftops and embroidered curtains surrounded by fragrant winds."
Capitalizing on the prosperity of the banquet, with gourmet food is a metaphor for the extravagant and uninteresting daily life, and the Forbidden City surrounded by embroidered curtains - can't make the heart grow fonder.
I love you more, but also love the fireworks, the same write barbecue hot pot, in the "Norwegian Wood" at the end, the hot steam, Watanabe and Reiko sat together, accompanied by the guitar, to send off Naoko, it is steeply poignant and mournful, warm yellow light mapping to the wooden table, surrounded by a small piece of otherworldly, two people laughed.
The dark furnace tightly choked the throat of the charcoal, high temperature continued to force the meat, a few trembling, overflowing crystal clear teardrops, dripping on the charcoal, with chopsticks, put into the mouth, chewing, as if to swallow all the sadness together.
Mr. Kurtz writes about food, more like he is painting. Following the protagonist's decadent appearance, and condensed into the water droplets on his wine glass, hot oil on the wooden chopsticks, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, readers find their own roles in ordinary dishes, taken from the ordinary writing, penned in the subtle inspiration of cooking, are gently cohesive from the world's respective **** love.
From cooking to love literature, is Mr. Gentle persuasion, south of the border, west of the sun, in the taste of light Western food after the heart throb, infected with smoldering temperature of the novels, divided the boundaries of the Yangchunbaixue, everyone can be found in Mr. Unknown in the book of himself.
I would like to read Haruki Murakami with you, ****.
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