Sunday, January 10, 2016

TOW #14: On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning

                In his thoughtful short essay, “On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning”, Haruki Murakami captures what it is like to inexplicably fall in love with someone. His creative fiction and nonfiction works have won Murakami many awards in Japan, where his books are best sellers, and all over the world through translated versions of his books. While walking down a street in Tokyo one day in 1981, a woman walking by catches Murakami’s eye for seemingly no particular reason, and he cannot explain specifically why he is drawn to her since she is not outwardly especially beautiful. Yet he knows instantly once he sees her that this stranger is the “100% perfect girl” for him and panics because he wants to talk to her before she gets lost in the crowd. He thinks about what to say to her, but cannot come up with something in time. After she is gone, though, he thinks of a speech he wishes he could have told her before she was lost to him forever. Murakami uses vivid language to describe his experience and artfully expand an intense moment with beautiful details. He uses metaphors such as “Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart” to put into words all the possibilities he was feeling in that fleeting moment. He then narrates his thought process, saying, “How can I approach her? What should I say? “Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?” Ridiculous. I’d sound like an insurance salesman.” In order to emphasis the massive internal conflict and pressure he was feeling to reach out to the woman. The use of rhetorical questions, humor, and reasoning included in his thoughts makes the essay feel very authentic. The audience feels like they are inside of his head, allowing them to understand this rather abnormal and abstract experience that most of them probably have never had. Overall, this was a very deep and romantic piece attempting to explain why people sometimes feel inexpiable connections to strangers.  

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