Book Review: What I talk about when I talk about running – Haruki Murakami

First up in what I hope will be a regular review feature is ‘What I talk about when I talk about running’ by Haruki Murakami.

This isn’t a new release but something I’ve been meaning to read for a long time, and at a thrifty 179 pages I really don’t have any excuse for leaving it this long.

I found this book nestled firmly on the sports shelf of my local bookstore; but it isn’t so easy to categorize. Part memoir and part treatise on running I was originally recommended this book by a few fitness mad friends who’d found this to be an inspirational training aid.

Now I should make it clear from the start that I’m not a keen runner, it’s never been one of my hobbies, running to me has always just been a neccessary evil to get fit. So as I began to read I really wondered if I’d gain anything from this book; but I had been advised the story alone warranted it.

One thing that surprised me about this book, whilst the individual recollections were stark in their brevity (possibly a side effect of the translation – granted), the narrrative assumed an almost meandering tone. [Read more…]