
Killing Commendatore: A novel

I LIKE THINGS I CAN SEE AS MUCH AS THINGS I CAN’T
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
A day with no painting but progress kn the peronal front. Shoko and Mariye stay for lunch. A visitor appears.
But it went without saying that his life was bounded by time, space, and probability. Like everyone else’s in this world.
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
ONLY AS LONG AS I DIDN’T TURN AROUND
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
The painter walks the property but nothing appears. Masahiko schedules a tentative visit.
“I am here to ferry you across the river,” the faceless man said. “To help you navigate the interstice between presence and absence. After that, it’s up to you—my job is done.”
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
A RELATIVELY GOOD DAY
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
Solid vibrant progress is made on the portrait and some phone sex is had, along with the promise of more information to come about Menshiki.
“You have the strength to wish for what you cannot have. While I have only wished for those things I can possess.”
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
This was their domain, and I was a lone invader. Yet I never actually saw any of those eyes. I may have imagined them. Fear and suspicion can fashion eyes in the dark.
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
At any rate it seemed like someone below the stone mound was ringing the bell. I was sure of it. But who? It was at this point that an enigmatic fear began to well up inside me. Instinct told me not to get any closer to the source of that sound. I left, and with the bell ringing behind me hurried back along the path through the woods. Moonlight
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IT REALLY DEPENDS ON THE PERSON
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel
Early painting stages for Mariye.