Killing Commendatore: A novel

WHAT I WANT IS NOT TO HAVE TO DISCUSS THE RULES OF THE GAME

“The dream was just a trigger, that’s all,” she said, as if reading my mind. “Having that dream made lots of things clear for me.” “If you pull a trigger, a bullet will come out.” “Excuse me?” “A trigger is a critical part of a gun. ‘Just a trigger’ isn’t the right expression.” She stared at me silently, as if she couldn’t understand what I was get

Our lives really do seem strange and mysterious when you look back on them. Filled with unbelievably bizarre coincidences and unpredictable, zigzagging developments. While they are unfolding, it’s hard to see anything weird about them, no matter how closely you pay attention to your surroundings. In the midst of the everyday, these things may strik

It had been no dream, of that much I felt sure. I had truly visited our apartment that night. I was as sure of that as I was that Tomohiko Amada had visited the studio several days before. Like him, I had overcome the laws of physics by some means to make my way to our Hiroo apartment, penetrate her, and discharge my semen inside her body. People c

HE COULD NEVER BE A DOLPHIN

“IT IS NOW FRIDAY, IS IT NOT?”

For a time after she died I drew sketches of her, over and over. Reproducing in my sketchbook, from all different angles, my memory of her face, so I wouldn’t forget it. Not that I was about to forget her face. It will remain etched in my mind until the day I die. What I sought was not to forget the face I remembered at that point in time. In order

A CLEAR CONTRAVENTION OF BASIC PRINCIPLES

IT’S SMALL, BUT SHOULD YOU CUT WITH IT, BLOOD WILL CERTAINLY COME OUT

I wished I could have told Mariye that the clothes that had protected her from that something had been worn by her late mother before she married. But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the right. Neither did the Commendatore. There was but one person in the world who did, and that was Menshiki. But he would never exercise it. We all live our lives carrying