I haven’t read the Haruki Murakami story Drive My Car adapts but Murakami’s locus of themes seems apparent: the centrality of sex, long opaque stories seeming to beg for but ultimately deny wider resonances, the intertextuality (especially with canonical western literature).
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on memoirs and memory
Memory is to one what history is to another – an impossibility. – Chris Marker
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