Sakura seorang penata rambut di sebuah salon terkemuka di Jepang, kini mendekati usia 40 tahun, masalahnya adalah sampai saat ini dirinya belum juga menikah dan masih single. Dua orang teman dekatnya, Miki yang sudah berkeluarga dan memiliki dua anak, dan Shima yang kini melajang setelah bercerai adalah satu-satunya kehidupannya di luar salon.



Saat terdengar gosip-gosip bahwa Sakura akan dijadikan sebagai manajer salon tersebut, seorang pria, saingan Sakura sejak dulu tiba di salon tersebut dengan membawa surat keputusan bahwa dirinya, yang bernama Tachibana, adalah manajer salon yang baru dan Sakura adalah wakilnya. Seketika suasan di salon pun berubah ramai akibat Sakura dan Tachibana yang selalu ribut seperti anak kecil. Tak lama setelah itu, Chiyoko, pelanggan salon tersebut menawarkan Sakura untuk mengikuti acara Speed Dating bersama dirinya, dengan harapan Sakura mendapatkan pacar di sana. Sakura pun menerima undangan tersebut dengan semangat.

Namun dibalik senyum manis Chiyoko, dia merencanakan sesuatu terhadap Sakura yang polos, agar Tachibana menjauh dari Sakura. Apakah rencana tersebut?
Akankah Sakura yang sudah terbilang tidak muda lagi bisa mendapatkan pasangan di acara tersebut?

Satu lagi J Dorama yang baru saja tamat di Jepang beberapa minggu lalu. Ceritanya ringan, namun dibumbui dengan akting komikal para tokoh. Satu wanita dua pria, dan seorang wanita lain yang mengharapkan salah satu pria tersebut, hingga menjelang akhir belum bisa diketahui pria manakah yang akan mendampingi Sakura. Tidak hanya itu, kehidupan pribadi Miki dengan suami dan mertuanya, lalu kehidupan pribadi Shima juga menjadi pelengkap yang tak kalah menghibur di drama ini.

Genre: J Dorama, Drama, Jepang, Komedi, Romantis
Episodes: 11
Director: Tanaka Ryo, Hirano Shin, Sekino Munenori
Cast:
Ryoko Shinohara sebagai Sakura Toyama
Naohito Fujiki sebagai Rintaro Tachibana
Haruma Miura sebagai Hiroto Saeki
Nanao sebagai Chiyoko Ogami
Nene Otsuka sebagai Miki Takenouchi
Shozo Endo sebagai Kohei Takenouchi
Naoko Iijima sebagai Shima Hasegawa

 

 

Tengo adalah seorang guru  matematika di sebuah tempat bimbingan belajar SMA di Tokyo yang juga berprofesi sebagai penulis lepas sembari mengirimkan novel-novel buatannya untuk diikutsertakan dalam sayembara penulis amatir.

Aomame adalah seorang pelatih di sebuah pusat kebugaran,  memiliki profesi rahasia yang hanya diketahui segelintir orang, profesi yang berkaitan dengan keadilan wanita.



Keduanya berusia 30 tahun, keduanya menjalani kesehariannya secara rutin, keduanya terpisah jarak dan tidak menyadari keberadaan mereka satu sama lain. Namun perlahan tapi pasti mereka diseret ke dalam satu dunia yang saling berhubungan, yang akan mengubah rutinitas dan kehidupan mereka.

Dimulai ketika Tengo diminta untuk membantu penulisan sebuah novel karya seorang gadis cantik berusia 17, yang pendiam dan misterius, dan ketika Aomame menjalankan suatu misi yang mengharuskannya berjalan kaku turun dari sebuah jalan bebas hambatan yang padat merayap.

Apakah yang membuat dunia mereka berubah, dan apakah hubungan kedua tokoh yang menjalani kehidupan yang jauh berbeda ini?

Karya terbaru Haruki Murakami yang sudah diterjemahkan ini menjadi salah satu karyanya yang banyak direkomendasikan para pecinta buku. Buku 1Q84 ini mampu menyajikan kehadiran dua tokoh utamanya secara seimbang dengan membagi dua chapter-chapter di dalamm buku, satu chapter untuk Tengo, satu chapter untuk Aomame.

Ceritanya tidak biasa, namun dijabarkan dengan detail sehingga pembaca dapat membayangkan dengan mudah seakan cerita unik ini adalah hal biasa. Tokoh-tokoh yang turut meramaikan buku ini pun memiliki karakter yang unik dan kuat. Sayangnya sebagaimana kebiasaan para penulis asal Jepang, akhir cerita pada buku ini dibuat agak menggantung, untuk memberikan kesempatan pada pembaca untuk memikirkan bagaimana ending seharunya yang mereka inginkan. Despite of that, buku ini adalah karya yang mampu menghipnotis pembacanya terbawa ke dunia 1Q84 :)

Genre: novel, fiksi, Jepang
Penulis: Haruki Murakami

Mungkin karena bawaan tampang saya yang menjurus ke oriental, begitu melewati sebuah tumpukan kotak berisi sumpit yang sedang diobral, saya terpaku.
Ibarat melihat bongkahan harta karun, seperangkat sumpit dan sendok imut itu membuat mata saya berbinar-binar, atau yang saya yakini begitu.

Pasalnya, sebagai anak kosan, saya selama ini memamah biak dengan menggunakan sendok plastik hasil delivery makanan beberapa restoran tertentu, yang tiga kali pakai langsung patah. Bahkan ada yang menciut keriput akibat saya tinggal di rice cooker yang baru saja saya angkat nasinya, absurd bentuknya, sungguh.

Jadi, begitu melihat sendok dan sumpit aluminium yang sedang diskon, tanpa pikir panjang lebar kali tinggi, saya membayarkan dengan selembar uang dua pulug ribuan dengan penuh kemenangan ke pejaga toko dan membawa pulang kotak berisi barang dambaan saya itu.

Singkat kata, saya menatap penuh makna ke sumpit tersebut, benda ajaib yang bisa digunakan untuk makan nasi, mie, roti maupun untuk mengaduk kopi.
Bentuknya berupa batangan ramping dan panjang menyerupai pensil, tapi lebih bundar dan dingin karena terbuat dari aluminium. Kemudian terbesit, ini sumpit Jang Geum.

Bagi yang hobi menyaksikan drama-drama Korea, pasti terbayangkan dengan jelas bentuk sumpit ini, selalu eksis di setiap film menyaingi para pemeran utamanya. Jadi ini sumpit ala Korea, walaupun mengingat harganya, ini pasti buatan China.

Loh, memangnya beda ya sumpit ala Korea dengan sumpit ala negeri tembok besar itu? Satu sisi otak saya bertanya begitu sambil mengingat-ngingat bentuk sumpit ketika menonton film China.
Tok tok tok, gagal.

Film China, Taiwan, Hong Kong yang gw tonton tidak terlalu menyorot adegan makan dengan sumpit. Adegan menangkap lalat dengan sumpit berlangsung terlalu cepat, sehingga sulit ditangkap mata bentuk sebenarnya dari sumpit tersebut.

Lalu saya teringat, tidak usah melalui film, cukup melalui restoran yang menyajikan menu khusus Chinese Food saja. Ya, di restoran tersebut, sumpit yang disajikan berbahan mika dan berbentuk kotak, sama sekali tidak bundar, dan sedikit lebih panjang, berwarna gading selalu begitu. Kecuali sumpit yang dipakai pedagang mie ayam, bentuknya bundar dari bahan kayu yang dilapisi cat berwarna hitam dan oranye atau merah di bagian atasnya.

macam-macam sumpit

Nahloh, jadi bagaimana, yang mana sumpit alat China yang sebenarnya?
Setelah memutar otak, saya tadi melupakan sumpit ala satu lagi negara oriental lainnya, Jepang. Bagaimanakah bentuknya?
Berhubung mayoritas restoran Jepang di sini menggunakan sumpit bambu berbentuk kotak yang harus dilepas dulu bagian atas yang menyatunya, saya jadi tidak tau bagaimana bentuk sumpit aslinya.

Jadi daripada berpikir panjang tanpa hasil karena sama sekali tidak ada ide, saya putuskan untuk menanyak kepada mbah yang tau hampir segalanya, si mbah google.
Dengan menggugling kata kunci, chopstick difference beginilah fakta yang saya dapat mengenai perbedaan sumpit ketiga negara oriental ini:

Ternyata untuk sumpit ala China, yang sebenarnya adalah yang berbentuk kotak, lebih panjang dan tebal dengan ujung tumpul dibuat dari bahan plastik ataupun bambu. Hal tersebut karena masyarakat China pada umumnya menyajikan makanan dengan porsi besar untuk disantap bersama-sama. Nah, mereka menggunakan sumpit untuk menyobek makanan besar seperti bebek peking, ayam panggang maupun makanan lainnya,lalu juga mengambil mie yang dibuat dalam ukuran besar. Jadi wajar saja ukuran sumpitnya tebal dan panjang.

Kemudian perbedaannya dengan sumpit ala Jepang, sumpit Jepang lebih kecil dan memiliki ujung yang runcing. Hal tersebut karena penyajian makanan untuk keluarga di Jepang berupa menyajikan makanan satu per satu untuk setiap orang. Ya, disajikan dalam porsi kecil,  dan berada dekat dengan jangkauan, sehingga tidak memerlukan ukuran sumpit yang panjang. Ujung yang runcing diperlukan untuk memisahkan tulang-tulang ikan, karena pada umumnya masakan ikan di Jepang disajikan perekor untuk setiap orang dan disajikan utuh berikut tulangnya.

Sumpit ala Korea, mengapa terbuat dari metal, seperti perak, emas, atau aluminium? hal tersebut dibuat berdasarkan pemikiran jaman dahulu bahwa perak/emas dapat mendeteksi racun pada makanan. Sedangkan mengenai bentuknya, dibuat berukuran sedang, karena cara menyajikan makanan di Korea hampir serupa dengan China, namun porsinya lebih sedikit, sehingga ukurannya cukup sedang saja, dan ujungnya dibuat tumpul karena tidak memerlukan pemisahan tulang ikan seperti pada makanan Jepang.


Jadi, begitulah kurang lebih perbedaan sumpit di tiga negara Asia yang terkenal dengan masakannya yang enak-enak.
Ibarat sendok makan dan sendok nasi yang berbeda bentuk tapi memiliki fungsi sama, sendok makan bisa dibuat untuk mengambil nasi dari rice cooker, begitu juga sendok nasi yang bisa dibuat menyuap makanan ke mulut, eh, kok?
Sudah lupakan, yang pasti intinya jika tertarik,  saya rasa, setiap orang perlu juga memiliki ketiga jenis sumpit tersebut, walaupun sama-sama untuk menyuap makanan ke mulut, tapi bida juga digunakan sesuai dengan masakan yang disajikan. Itupun jika berminat, saya sendiri masih bergulat dengan sumpit Korea dengan harga terjangkau plus bonus sendok bundarnya.

Watanabe Toru usia 37 tahun sedang berada di pesawat menuju Hamburg, Jerman, ketika mendengar lantunan orkestra lagu Norwegian Wood menjadi teringat masa mudanya, ketika berusia hampir 20 tahun. Sebagai seorang mahasiswa Fakultas Sastra dengan jurusan Drama di sebuah Universitas Swasta di Tokyo. Ia seorang mahasiswa pendiam yang tidak memiliki teman dekat, karena teman dekat satu-satunya, Kizuki, telah mengakhiri hidupnya di usia 17 tahun, tepat setelah mereka mengabiskan waktu senggang untuk bermain biliyar.



Kehidupan Watanabe di masa kuliahnya berjalan datar dan biasa saja, hingga suatu hari dirinya tak sengaja bertemu dengan Naoko, pacar sahabatnya dulu. Semenjak itu, mereka berdua selalu bertemu seminggu sekali, Watanabe memang sedikit memendam rasa kepada gadis cantik yang pendiam itu.  Tapi kebahagiaan itu tidak berlangsung lama, Naoko cuti kuliah dan memutuskan untuk menenangkan diri, Watanabe pun kembali kesepian, hanya berkirim surat dengan Naoko sesekali. Kemudian datanglah sosok Midori yang ceria, yang penuh dengan semangat dikehidupan Watanabe. Kini Watanabe berada di sebuah posisi yang sulit, antara masa lalu dan masa kini, yang manakah yang akan Watanabe pilih?

Satu lagi novel karya Haruki Murakami yang mampu menghipnotis pembacanya ke era 60an karena kehidupan mahasiswa di Jepang tergambar secara detail. Bagi yang sebelumnya sudah membaca buku yang berisikan kumpulan cerpen karya Murakami-san yang berjudul Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, pastinya merasa sudah pernah membaca novel ini. Hal tersebut karena Norwegian Wood ini merupakan perpanjangan cerita dari cerpen yang berjudul Fireflies yang terdapat pada buku Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.

Alur cerita berjalan nyaman, dan terarah, banyak masukan mengenai musik-musik dan juga buku yang dibaca baik oleh Watanabe maupun yang dilantunkan oleh Reiko, mentor dari Naoko yang hobi memainkan Gitar. Satu lagi kebiasaan Murakami adalah, ending yang sedikit membuat pembacanya berpikir, agak sedikit mengambang dan penuh tanda tanya. Namun konon katanya, hal tersebut sengaja dilakukan untuk memberikan kebebasan kepada membaca dalam menentukan endingnya, setelah dibaca, cerita tersebut adalah milik pembaca, begitu katanya.

Genre: Fiksi, Drama, Romance
Penulis: Haruki Murakami

Genre: Fiksi, Literatur, jepang, Novel
Penulis: Haruki Murakami
Penerjemah: Philip Gabriel

"In English, there's this expression, 'red herring'. Something that's very interesting but leads you astray from the main topic" - Oshima

Buku yang menceritakan tentang seorang anak laki-laki berusia 15 tahun yang melarikan diri dari rumah yang Ia huni bersama ayahnya. Ia menamakan dirinya Kafka Tamura. Kafka lahir di keluarga yang bisa dikatakan kaya raya, namun ibu dan kakak perempuannya meninggalkan dirinya dan ayahnya saat Kafka masih berusia empat tahun.



Tidak ada ingatan mengenai bagaimana wajah ibunya, yang tersisa hanya fotonya bersama kakak perempuannya di pinggir pantai saat dirinya berusia sekitar tiga tahun.

Hubungannya dengan ayahnya biasa saja, tidak baik tidak juga buruk, itdu mungkin disebabkan oleh kesibukan ayahnya sebagai seorang scluptor dan profesor seni. Kafka dapat dikatakan tinggi untuk remaja berusia 15 tahun, Ia memastikan dirinya tampak lebih tua dari umurnya, Ia melatih otot-ototnya, berolahraga sejak beberapa tahun lalu mempersiapkan hari besar ini, tepat menjelang hari ulang tahunnya yang ke lima belas.

Dengan membawa beberapa uang dari meja kerja ayahnya serta satu ransel perlengkapan sehari-hari yang ia butuhkan, Kafka meninggalkan Tokyo menuju barat, sebuah pulau yang dihubungkan dengan sebuah jembatan besar, Shikaku namanya.

Dilain pihak, Nakata-san, seorang laki-laki paruh baya yang tidak bisa membaca maupun menulis namun dikenal sebagai ahlinya mencari kucing yang hilang, perlahan berubah. Keahliannya berbicara dengan kucing membantu dirinya menemukan kucing-kucing yang hilang, dengan upah yang lumayan sehingga dirinya dapat menyantap belut kesuakaan, Nakata menjalani harinya dengan tenang. Semuanya berjalan seperti biasa, hingga suatu hari kasus hilangnya kucing peliharaan keluarga Koizumi, bernama Goma yang membawanya pada satu permasalahan pelik, yang mengubah hidupnya untuk selamanya.

Bagaimanakah petualangan Kafka di Shikoku? Perubahan seperti apa yang dialami Nakata? Sebagaimana biasanya cerita karangan Haruki Murakami, setiap tokoh yang pada bagian awal buku tampak tidak saling berhubungan dalam proses menuju akhirnya kemungkinan besar akan berkaitan, baik langsung maupun tidak. Pada bagian awal buku semua cerita tampak dekat dengan kehidupan sehari-hari pembaca, tidak ada hal yang dirasa sedikit nyeleneh.

Namun seiring dengan dibaliknya halaman buku ini, perlahan kenyelenehan khas Murakami mulai tampak, beberapa hal yang benar-benar fiksi dimunculkan pada cerita ini, namun entah kenapa bisa dikatakan masih masuk diakal. Pembelajaran dimulai dari sejarah, pengetahuan filosofi, serta pandangan-pandangan yang bervariasi tentang hidup, pencarian jati diri hadir pada buku ini.

Membuat pemabaca sering mengutip kalimat-kalimat yang dirasa dekat dengan pengalamannya serta pandangannya tentang suatu hal. Pada buku ini melalui tokoh Oshima, seorang penjaga perpustakaan yang cerdas, hadir teori-teori dan kalimat yang sangat menarik untuk dikutip.

"but people need to cling to something, they have to. You're doing the same, even though you don't realise it. It's as Goethe said: everything is a metaphore." - Oshima

 

Ya, seperti itulah ciri khas dari Penulis novel dan cerita pendek asal Jepang yang telah banyak menerima penghargaan ini, karya-karyanya selalu membuat berpikir, dan penasaran serta ketagihan ingin membaca lagi karya-karya lainya dari sang novelis.

"It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It's just as Yeats said: In dreamsbegin responsibility." - Oshima

 

Genre: Fiksi, Literatur, Jepang
Penulis: Haruki Murakami

Buku yang berisikan dua puluh enam cerita pendek yang ditulis sejak tahun 1995 hingga 2005, dengan berbagai tema dan jenis cerita. Dimulai dari cerpen yang berjudul sama dengan buku ini, Blind Willow Sleeping Woman, sebuah cerpen yang menceritakan 'Aku' yang sedang mengantarkan sepupunya untuk melakukan check up di sebuah Rumah Sakit di dekat sekolahnya beberapa tahun lalu.

Saat tiba di Rumah Sakit tersebut 'Aku' teringat tentang pengalamannya semasa sekolah bersama seorang temannya, datang ke Rumah Sakit yang sama, mengunjungi kekasih temannya tersebut. Selama kunjungannya, sang pacar temannya menggambarkan mimpinya pada sebuah tisu, seraya menceritakan mimpinya tersebut, mengenai seorang wanita yang tertidur dan pohon willow.

Kabarnya cerita ini terinspirasi dari mimpi yang dialami istri Murakami-san. Menceritakan dua kisah dalam satu cerita, saling berhubungan tetapi berbeda makna, sepertinya merupakan ciri khas dari Haruki Murakami.

Kemudian, cerpen ini diikuti sebuah cerpen epik yang sering dibahas para penggemar Murakami, Birthday Girl. Mengisahkan seorang wanita yang sedang menceritakan masa lalunya, sebagai gadis yang berulang tahun ke dua puluh dan mendapat kesempatan untuk membuat satu harapannya terkabul.

Cerpen ini tidak mengambil sudut pandang si wanita, tapi sudut pandang 'Aku' seorang pria yang mendengar cerita dari wanita tersebut. Apa yang sering dibahas dari cerpen ini adalah apakah gerangan yang diharapkan dari si gadis yang berulang tahun itu? Suatu misteri yang cocok menjadi bahan diskusi dan melekat kuat dibenak pembaca dibanding cerpen-cerpen lainnya.

Kemudian ada juga cerpen yang berjudul Poor Aunt, ini merupakan cerpen terpanjang di buku ini. Mengisahkan 'Aku' yang ingin sekali menulis sebuah cerita tentang 'bibi yang malang', sosok wanita yang hampir selalu ada di setiap keluarga, walaupun 'Aku' sendiri tidak memilikinya. Hal tersebutlah yang membuat 'Aku' berpikir keras mengenai apa yang akan Ia tulis, lalu kejadian tak terduga mulai menghmpirinya berkaitan dengan 'bibi yang malang'.
Entah unsur mistis atau keajaiban alam yang hadir dalam cerita ini, yang pasti suatu hal yang tidak biasa, yang orang-orang pada umumnya tidak memikirkannya terjadi. Tokoh 'Aku' pada cerpen ini sering berkutat dengn pemikirannya sendiri, entah kenapa menarik, tidak membosankan, suatu karakter yang unik, khas Murakami.

Selain itu terdapat juga cerita pendek yang sangat pendek berjudul The Year of Spaghetti, mengisahkan seorang pria yang menghabiskan waktunya untuk membuat spaghetti selama satu tahun di tahun 1971, dan bagaimana spaghetti ini dia jadikan alasan untuk mengalihkan suatu pembicaraan yang Ia benar-benar tak ingin terlibat.

Cerpen lainnya yang menarik untuk dibaca yaitu The Ice Man, mengisahkan seorang wanita pendiam yang menikahi seorang Ice Man, wujudnya manusia namun Ia tidak makan, badannya dingin dan tidak memiliki masa lalu. Dari sudut pandang orang lain, Ice Man tampak pendiam, tidak pernah bersosialisasi, tepat seperti ungkapan ice man, pria yang dingin.

Satu lagi short story dalam buku ini yang memberi kesan lebih, adalah The Kidney-Shaped Stone That Moves Everyday. Judul yang panjang ya?
Mengisahkan seorang penulis cerita pendek bernama Junpei. Ia meyakini suatu teori yang disebutkan ayahnya bahwa dalam kehidupan ini, seorang pria akan bertemu dengan tiga orang wanita yang benar-benar  berkesan dan penting untuknya, tidak kurang, tidak lebih. Mengingat pesan tersebut, Junpei sering menebak-nebak, mungkinkah wanita ini? Dalam cerpen ini pembaca diajak untuk melayang ke dalam pemikiran Junpei kedalam ingatannya.

Semua cerita pendek dalam buku ini memiliki kesan yang berbeda-beda, sangat unik dan epik. Beberapa cerita sering dijadikan bahan diskusi, entah karena ada makna tersembunyi dalam cerita tersebut, ataupun akhir yang sedikit nyeleneh, khas Murakami. Selain Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman ini, terdapat juga kumpulan cerpen karya Haruki Murakami yang berjudul, The Elephant Vanishes.

Judul Asli: Toki o Kakeru Shojo
Genre: Anime, Komedi, Drama, Fiksi
Director: Mamoru Hosoda



Cast/Seiyuu:
Riisa Naka sebagai
Makoto Konno
Takuya Ishida sebagai
Chiaki Mamiya
Mitsutaka Itakura sebagai Kosuke Tsuda
Ayami Kakiuchi sebagai Yuri Hayakawa
Mitsuki Tanimura sebagai
Kaho Fujitani
Yuki Sekido sebagi Miyuki Konno

Menceritakan seorang gadis SMA tomboy bernama Makoto yang periang namun ceroboh, setiap hari selalu nyaris terlambat dan bersama kedua teman dekatnya Chiaki dan Kosuke setiap sore selalu berlatih baseball.

Suatu ketika, Makoto dapat mundur ke waktu sebelumnya, mengulang kembali waktu. Ia menyadari hal tersebut tepat saat rem sepedanya blong dan menerobos palang kereta api yang tertutup, Ia terpental tertabrak kereta, seharusnya demikian, tetapi Makoto justru terpental kembali ke beberapa menit sebelum kejadian tersebut.

Semenjak itu, Makoto selalu mencoba mengetes kemampuannya, dan semakin lama Makoto pun makin mahir mengendalikannya. Benarkah tak mengapa memutar balik waktu seperti itu terus, bagaimana kah efek samping dari kemampuan tersebut?

Film animasi yang diambil dari novel berjudul sama ini, memiliki unsur komedi yang kental namun pada begian akhir akan sedikit lebih serius. Kekonyolan Makoto dan kehidupan masa SMA di Jepang kerap menghibur penonton. Selain novel yang dibuat tahun 1976, film ini juga dibuat live action dengan versi cerita yang berbeda namun tetap dengan unsur yang sama gadis yang dapat melompati waktu.
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Cerita Pendek karya Haruki Murakami, mengenai pria dan kehidupan cintanya. Merupakan bagian dari kumpulan cerpen yang berjudul Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.  Cerpen ini seperti membuat pembaca mengintip kehidupan dibalik seorang penulis.

The Kidney–Shaped Stone That Moves Every Day — by Haruki Murakami

Junpei was sixteen years old when his father made a surprising pronouncement. True, they were father and son; the same blood flowed through their veins. But they were not so close that they often opened their hearts to each other and it was extremely rare for Junpei’s father to offer him views of life that might (perhaps) be called philosophical. So that day’s exchange would remain vivid in his memory long after he had forgotten what prompted it.

"Among the women a man meets in his life, there are only three who have real meaning for him. No more, no less," his father said—or, rather, declared. He spoke coolly but with utter certainty, as he might have in noting that the earth takes a year to revolve around the sun. Junpei listened in silence, partly because his father’s speech was so unexpected; he could think of nothing to say on the spur of the moment.

"You will probably become involved with many women in the future," his father continued, "but you will be wasting your time if a woman is the wrong one for you. I want you to remember that."

Later, several questions formed in Junpei’s young mind: Has my father already met his three women? Is my mother one of them? And, if so, what happened with the other two? But he was not able to ask his father these questions. As noted earlier, the two were not on such close terms that they could speak heart to heart.

When Junpei was eighteen, he left home and went to college in Tokyo, where over time he became involved with several women, one of whom had "real meaning" for him. Before he could express his feelings, however (by nature, it took him longer than most people to express his feelings), she married his best friend, and soon after that became a mother. For the time being therefore, she had to be eliminated from the list of possibilities that life had to offer Junpei. He had to harden his heart and sweep her from his mind, as a result of which the number of women remaining who would have real meaning in his life—if he accepted his father’s theory—was reduced to two.

Whenever Junpei met a new woman, he would ask himself, Is this a woman who has real meaning for me? And the question would create a dilemma. For even as he continued to hope (as who does not?) that he would meet someone who had real meaning for him, he was afraid of playing his few remaining cards too early. Having failed to connect with the very first important Other he encountered, Junpei had lost confidence in his ability—the crucial ability—to give outward expression to love at the appropriate time and in the appropriate manner. I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away: whenever this thought crossed his mind—which was often—his heart would descend to a place devoid of light and warmth.

Whenever, after he had been with a new woman for some months, he began to notice something about her character or behavior, however trivial, that displeased him or touched a nerve, somewhere in a recess of his heart he would feel a twinge of relief. As a result, it became a pattern for him to carry on tepid, indecisive relationships with one woman after another. Each of these relationships dissolved on its own. The breakups never involved any discord or shouting matches, because he never became involved with women who seemed as if they might be difficult to get rid of. Before he knew it, he had developed a kind of nose for convenient partners.

Junpei was unsure whether this ability stemmed from his own innate character or whether it had been formed by his environment. If the latter, it might well have been the fruit of his father’s curse. Around the time that he graduated from college, he had a violent argument with his father and cut off all contact with him, but still the "three-women theory," its basis never fully explained, clung tenaciously to him. At one point, he even half-jokingly considered becoming gay: maybe then he’d be able to free himself from this ridiculous countdown. For better or for worse, however, women were the only objects of Junpei’s sexual interest.

The next woman Junpei met was older than he was. She was thirty-six. Junpei was thirty-one. An acquaintance of his was opening a little French restaurant on a street leading out of central Tokyo, and Junpei was invited to the party. He wore a Perry Ellis shirt of deep-blue silk, with a matching summer sports jacket. He had planned to meet a close friend at the party but the friend cancelled at the last minute, which left Junpei with no one to talk to. He nursed a large glass of Bordeaux alone at the bar. Just as he was ready to leave and beginning to scan the crowd for the owner in order to say goodbye, a tall woman approached him holding a purple cocktail. Junpei’s first thought on seeing he was: Here is a woman with excellent posture.

"Somebody over there told me that you're a writer. Is that true?" she asked, resting an elbow on the bar.

"I suppose so, in a way," Junpei answered.

"A writer 'in a way'?"

Junpei nodded.

"How many books have you published?"

"Two volumes of short stories and one book I translated. None of them sold much."

She gave him a quick head-to-toe inspection and smiled with apparent satisfaction.

"Well, anyhow, you're the first real writer I’ve met."

"I might be a little disappointing," Junpei said. "A pianist could play you a tune. A painter could draw something for you. A magician could perform a trick. There’s not much a writer can do on the spot."

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I can just enjoy your artistic aura or something."

"Artistic aura?" Junpei said.

"That special radiance—something you don't find in ordinary people."

"I look at my face in the mirror every morning when I'm shaving, but I've never noticed anything like that."

She smiled and asked, "What kind of stories do you write?"

"People ask me that a lot, but my stories don't really fit into any particular genre."

She ran a finger around the lip of her cocktail glass. "I suppose that means you write literary fiction?"

"I suppose it does. You say that the way you might say 'chain letters.' "

She smiled again. "Could I have heard your name?"

"Do you read literary magazines?"

She gave her head a small, sharp shake.

"Then you probably haven’t. I’m not that well known."

Without asking his permission, she sat on the barstool next to his, sipped what was left of her cocktail, and told him her name: Kirie.

Junpei guessed that she was an inch or more taller than he was. She had a deep tan, her hair was short, and her head was a beautiful shape. She wore a pale-green linen jacket, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and a knee-length flared skirt. Under the jacket, she had on a simple cotton blouse with a small turquoise brooch at the collar. The swell of her breasts was neither large nor small. She dressed with style, and while there was nothing affected about it, her entire outfit seemed to express a strong and independent personality. Her lips were full, and they marked the ends of her sentences by spreading or pursing. This gave her a strangely lively quality. Three parallel creases formed across her broad forehead whenever she stopped to think about something; when she finished thinking, they disappeared.

Junpei was aware that he was attracted to her. Something indefinable but persistent was exciting him, pumping adrenaline to his heart. Suddenly aware that his throat was dry, he ordered a Perrier from a passing waiter, and as always he began to ask himself, Is she someone with real meaning for me? Is she one of the remaining two? Will she be my second strike? Should I let her go, or take a swing?

"Did you always want to be a writer?" Kirie asked.

"Hmm. Let's just say I could never think of anything else I wanted to be."

"So your dream came true."

"I wonder. I wanted to be a great writer." Junpei spread his hands about a foot apart. "There's a pretty big distance between the two, I think."

"Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your future ahead of you. You can't attain perfection right away." Then she asked, "How old are you?"

Being older than he was didn't seem to bother her in the least. It didn’t bother Junpei, either. He preferred mature women to young girls. In most cases, it was easier to break up with an older woman.

"What kind of work do you do?" he asked.

Her lips formed a perfectly straight line, and her expression became earnest for the first time.

"What kind of work do you think I do?"

Junpei jogged his glass, swirling the red wine inside it exactly once. "Can I have a hint?"

"No hints. Is it so hard to tell? Observation and judgment are your business."

"Not really," he said. "What a writer is supposed to do is observe and observe and observe again, and put off making judgments till the last possible moment."

"Of course," she said. "All right, then, observe and observe and observe again, and then use your imagination. That wouldn't clash with your professional ethics, would it?"

Junpei raised his eyes and studied Kirie's face with new concentration, hoping to find a secret sign there. She looked straight into his eyes, and he looked straight into hers.

After a short pause, he said, "All right, this is what I imagine, based on nothing much: You're a professional of some sort. Not just anyone can do your job. It requires some kind of special expertise."

"Bull's-eye! But try to narrow it down a little."

"Something to do with music?"

"No."

Fashion design?"

No."

Tennis?"

No," she said.

Junpei shook his head. "Well, you've got a tan, you’re solidly built, your arms have a good bit of muscle. Maybe you do a lot of outdoor sports. I don't think you’re an outdoor laborer. You don’t have that vibe."

Kirie rested her arms on the counter and turned them over, inspecting them. "You seem to be getting there."

"But I still can't give you the right answer."

"It's important to keep a few little secrets," Kirie said. "I don't want to deprive you of your professional pleasure—observing and imagining... I will give you one hint, though. It's the same for me as for you."

"The same how?"

"I mean, my profession is exactly what I always wanted to do, ever since I was a little girl. Like you. Getting to where I am, though, was not an easy journey."

"Good,” Junpei said. “That’s important. Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience."

"An act of love," Kirie said. The words seemed to make an impression on her. "That's a wonderful metaphor."

"Meanwhile, do you think I might have heard your name somewhere?" Junpei asked.

"Probably not," she answered, shaking her head. "I'm not that well known."

"Oh, well, everybody has to start somewhere."

"Exactly," Kirie said with a smile. Then she turned serious. "My situation is different from yours in one way. I'm expected to attain perfection right from the start. No mistakes allowed. Perfection or nothing. No in-between. No second chances."

"I suppose that's another hint."

"Probably."

A waiter circulating with a tray of champagne approached them. She took two glasses from him and handed one to Junpei.

"Cheers," she said.

"To our respective areas of expertise," Junpei said.

They clinked glasses.

"By the way," she said, "are you married?"

Junpei shook his head.

"Neither am I," Kirie said.

She spent that night in Junpei's room. They drank wine—a gift from the restaurant—had sex and went to sleep. When Junpei woke at ten o'clock the next morning, she was gone, leaving only an indentation, like a memory, in the pillow next to his and a note: "I have to go to work. Get in touch with me if you like.” She included her cell-phone number.

He called her, and they had dinner at a restaurant the following Saturday. They drank a little wine, had sex in Junpei's room, and went to sleep. Again the next morning she was gone. It was Sunday, but her note said again, "Got to go to work."

Junpei still had no idea what kind of work Kirie did, but it certainly started early in the morning. And—on occasion, at least—she worked on Sundays.

The two were never at a loss for things to talk about. She had a sharp mind and was knowledgeable on a broad range of topics. She enjoyed reading, but generally favored books other than fiction—biography, history, psychology, and popular science—and she retained an amazing amount of information. One time, Junpei was astounded at her detailed knowledge of the history of prefabricated housing.

"Prefabricated housing? Your work must have something to do with construction or architecture."

"No," she said. "I just tend to be attracted to highly practical topics. That's all."

She did, however, read the two story collections that Junpei had published, and found them "wonderful." "They were far more enjoyable than I expected," she told him. "To tell you the truth, I was worried. What would I do if I read your work and didn't like it? What could I say? But there was nothing to worry about. I enjoyed them thoroughly."

"I'm glad to hear that," Junpei said, relieved. He had had the same worry when, at her request, he gave her the books.

"I'm not just saying this to make you feel good," Kirie said, "but you've got something special—that special element it takes to become an outstanding writer. Your stories are lively, and the style is beautiful, but mainly it’s that your writing is so balanced. For me, that is always the most important thing—in music, in fiction, in painting. Whenever I encounter a work or a performance that lacks balance, it makes me sick. It’s like motion sickness. That's probably why I don't go to concerts and hardly read any fiction."

"Because you don't want to encounter unbalanced things?"

"Exactly."

"Sounds a little far out to me."

"I'm a Libra. I just can't stand it when things are out of balance. No, it's not so much that I can't stand it as..."

She closed her mouth in search of the right words, but she wasn't able to find them, releasing instead a few tentative sighs. "Oh, well, never mind," she went on. "I just wanted to say that I believe someday you are going to write novels. And, when you do that, you will become a more important writer. It may take a while, but that's what I feel."

"No, I'm a born short-story writer," Junpei said dryly. "I'm not suited to writing novels."

He offered nothing more on the subject, just lay quietly and listened to the hum of the air-conditioner. In fact, he had tried several times to write a novel, but had always bogged down partway through. He simply could not maintain the concentration it took to write a story over a long period of time. He would start out convinced that he was going to write something incredible. The story would flow out almost by itself. But, the farther he went with it, the more its energy and brilliance would fade—gradually at first, but undeniably, until, like an engine coming to a halt, it petered out entirely.

The two of them were in bed. It was autumn. They were naked after a long, warm session of lovemaking. Kirie's shoulder pressed against Junpei, whose arms were around her. Two glasses of white wine stood on the night table.

"Junpei?"

"Uh-huh."

"You're in love with another woman, aren't you? Somebody you can't forget?"

"It's true," Junpei admitted. "You can tell?"

"Of course," she said. "Women are very sensitive to such things. You can't see her?"

"There are problems."

"And no possibility those 'problems' could be solved?"

"None," Junpei said with a quick shake of the head.

Kirie drank a little wine. "I don’t have anybody like that," she said almost under her breath. "I like you a lot, Junpei. You really move me. When we're together like this, I feel tremendously happy and calm. But that doesn't mean that I want to have a serious relationship with you. How does that make you feel? Relieved?"

Junpei ran his fingers through her hair. Instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own. "Why is that?"

"Why don't I want to be with you?"

"Uh-huh.

"Does it bother you?"

"A little."

"I can't have a serious everyday relationship with anybody. Not just you, anybody," she said. "I want to concentrate completely on what I'm doing now. If I were living with somebody—if I had a deep emotional involvement with somebody—I might not be able to do that."

Junpei thought for a minute. "You mean you don't want to be distracted?"

"That's right."

"If you were distracted, you could lose your balance, and that might prove to be an obstacle to your career."

"Exactly." She nodded.

"But you still won't tell me what that is."

"Guess."

"You’re a burglar."

"No," Kirie answered with amusement. "What a sexy guess! But a burglar doesn't go to work early in the morning."

"You’re a hit man."

"Hit person," she corrected him. "But no. Why are you coming up with these awful ideas?"

"So what you do is perfectly legal?"

"Perfectly."

"Undercover agent?"

"No. O.K., let's stop for today. I'd rather talk about your work. Tell me about what you're writing. You are writing something now?"

"Yes, a short story."

"What kind of story?”

"I haven't finished it yet.”

"So tell me what has happened so far.”

Junpei fell silent. He had a policy of not talking to anyone about his works in progress. If he put his story into words and those words left his mouth, he feared, something important would evaporate like morning dew. Delicate shades of meaning would be flattened into a shallow surface. Secrets would no longer be secrets. But here in bed, running his fingers through Kirie's short hair, Junpei felt that it might be all right to tell her. After all, he was taking a break from the story because he didn't know how to finish it. He hadn’t been able to move forward for some days now.

"It's in the third person, and the protagonist is a woman," he began. "She's in her early thirties, a skilled internist who practices at a big hospital. She's single, but she's having an affair with a surgeon at the same hospital. He's in his late forties and has a wife and kids."

Kirie took a moment to imagine the heroine. "Is she attractive?"

"I think so. Quite attractive," Junpei said. "But not as attractive as you."

Kirie kissed Junpei on the neck. "That's the right answer," she said.

"So, anyway, she takes a vacation and goes off on a trip by herself. It's autumn. She's staying at a little hot-spring resort in the mountains and she goes for a walk along a stream. She's a bird-watcher, and she especially enjoys seeing kingfishers. She steps down into the dry streambed and notices an odd stone. It's black with a tinge of red, it's smooth, and it has a familiar shape. She realizes right away that it's shaped like a kidney. I mean, she's a doctor, after all. Everything about it is just like a real kidney—the size, the thickness."

"So she picks it up and takes it home."

"Right," Junpei said. "She takes it to her office at the hospital and uses it as a paperweight. It's just the right size and weight."

"And it's the perfect shape for a hospital."

"Exactly," Junpei said. "But a few days later she notices something strange."

Kirie waited silently for him to continue with his story. Junpei paused as if deliberately teasing his listener, but in fact this was not deliberate at all. He had not yet written the rest of the story. This was the point at which he had stopped. Standing at this unmarked intersection, he surveyed his surroundings and worked his brain. Then he thought of how the story should go.

"Every morning, she finds the stone in a different place. She's a very methodical person, so she always leaves it in exactly the same spot on her desk when she goes home at night, but in the morning she finds it on the seat of her swivel chair, or next to the vase, or on the floor. Her first thought is that her memory is playing tricks on her. The door to her office is locked, and no one else can get in. Of course, the night watchman has a key, but he has been working at the hospital for years and he would never take it upon himself to enter anyone’s office. Besides, what would be the point of his barging into her office every night just to change the position of a stone she's using as a paperweight? Nothing else in the office has changed, nothing is missing, and nothing has been tampered with. The position of the rock is the only thing that changes. She's totally stumped. What do you think is going on? Why do you think the stone moves during the night?"

"The kidney-shaped stone has its own reasons for doing what it does," Kirie said with simple assurance.

"What kind of reasons can a kidney-shaped stone have?"

"It wants to shake her up. Little by little. Over a long period of time."

"All right, then, why does it want to shake her up?"

"I don't know,” she said. Then, with a giggle, she added, "Maybe it just wants to rock her world."

"That’s the worst pun I’ve ever heard," Junpei groaned.

"Well, you’re the writer. Aren’t you the one who decides?"

Junpei scowled. He felt a slight throbbing behind his temples from having concentrated so hard. Maybe he had drunk too much wine. "The ideas aren't coming together," he said. "My plots don’t move unless I’m actually sitting at my desk and moving my hands, making sentences. Talking about it like this, though, I’m beginning to feel as if the rest of the story is going to work itself out."

"I'll wait," Kirie said. She reached over for her glass and took a sip of wine. "But the story is really getting interesting. I want to know what happens with the kidney-shaped stone."

She turned toward him and pressed her shapely breasts against his side. Then, quietly, as if sharing a secret, she said, "You know, Junpei, everything in the world has its reasons for doing what it does." Junpei was falling asleep and could not answer. In the night air, her sentences lost their shape as grammatical constructions and blended with the faint aroma of the wine before reaching the hidden recesses of his consciousness. "For example, the wind has its reasons. You just don't notice it as you go about your life. Then, at some point, you are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind and shakes you up. It knows everything that's inside you. And it's not just the wind. Everything, even a stone, knows you. And all you can do is go with those things. As you take them in, you survive and deepen."

For the next five days, Junpei hardly left the house; he stayed at his desk, writing the rest of the story of the kidney-shaped stone. As Kiri had predicted, the stone continues quietly to shake the doctor—little by little, but decisively. She is engaged in a hurried coupling with her lover in an anonymous hotel room one evening when she stealthily reaches around to his back and feels for the shape of a kidney. Something tells her that her kidney-shaped stone is lurking in there. The kidney is a secret informer that she herself has buried in her lover's body. Beneath her fingers it squirms like an insect, sending her messages. She converses with the kidney exchanging intelligence. She can feel its sliminess against the palm of her hand

The doctor grows gradually used to the existence of the kidney-shaped stone that shifts position every night. She comes to accept it as natural. She is no longer surprised when she finds that it has moved. When she arrives at the hospital each morning, she looks for the stone, picks it up, and returns it to her desk. This has simply become part of her routine. As long as she remains in the room, the stone does not move. It stays quietly in one place, like a cat napping in the sun. It awakes and begins to move only after she has left the room and locked the door.

Whenever she has a spare moment at her desk, she reaches out and caresses the stone's smooth dark surface. After a while, it becomes increasingly difficult for her to take her eyes off the stone; it is as if she has been hypnotized. She gradually loses interest in anything else. She can no longer read books. She stops going to the gym. Talking to her colleagues bores her. She becomes indifferent to her own grooming. She loses her appetite. Even the embrace of her lover becomes a source of annoyance. When there is no one else around, she speaks to the stone in a lowered voice—the way lonely people converse with a dog or a cat—and she listens to the wordless words the stone speaks to her. The dark kidney-shaped stone now controls the greater part of her life.

Surely the stone is not an object that has come to her from without: Junpei becomes aware of this as his story progresses. The main point is something inside herself. Something inside herself is activating the kidney-shaped stone and urging her to take some kind of action. It keeps sending her signals for that purpose—signals in the form of the stone's nightly movements.

While he writes, Junpei thinks about Kirie. He senses that she (or something inside her) is propelling the story; it was never his intention to write something so divorced from reality. What Junpei had imagined vaguely beforehand was a more tranquil, psychological story line. In that story line, rocks did not take it upon themselves to move around.

Junpei imagined that the doctor would cut her ties to the married surgeon. She might even come to hate him. This was probably what she had been seeking all along, unconsciously.

Once the rest of the story had become visible to him, writing it out was relatively easy. Listening to the songs of Mahler at low volume, Junpei sat at his computer and wrote the conclusion at what was, for him, top speed.

The doctor makes her decision to part with her lover. "I can't see you anymore," she tells him. "Can’t we at least talk this over?" he asks. "No," she tells him firmly, "that is impossible." On her next free day, she boards a Tokyo Harbor ferry, and from the deck she throws the kidney-shaped stone into the sea. The stone sinks down to the bottom of the ocean, plunging toward the core of the earth. She resolves to start her life over. Having cast away the stone, she feels a new sense of lightness.
The next day, however, when she arrives at the hospital, the stone is on her desk, waiting for her. It sits exactly where it is supposed to be, as dark and kidney-shaped as ever.

As soon as he finished writing the story Junpei called Kirie. She would probably want to read the finished work, which she, in a sense had inspired him to write. His call, however, did not go through. "Your call cannot be completed as dialled," a recorded voice said. "Please check the number and try again." Junpei tried it again—and again. But the result was always the same She was probably having some kind of technical problem with her phone, he thought.

Junpei stuck close to home, waiting for word from Kirie, but nothing came. A month went by. One month became two, and two became three. The season changed to winter, and a new year began. His story came out in the February issue of a literary magazine. A newspaper ad for the magazine listed Junpei’s name and the title, "The Kidney-Shaped Stone That Moves Every Day." Kirie might see the ad, buy the magazine, read the story, and call him to share her impressions—or so he hoped. But all that reached him were new layers of silence.

The pain that Junpei felt when Kirie vanished from his life was far more intense than he could have imagined. In the course of a day he would think any number of times, If only she were here! He missed her smile, he missed the words shaped by her lips, he missed the touch of her skin as they held each other. He gained no comfort from his favorite music or from the arrival of new books by authors that he liked. Everything felt distant, divorced from him. Kirie may have been woman No. 2, Junpei thought.

Junpei’s next encounter with Kirie occurred on day in early spring—though you couldn’t reall call it an encounter.

He was in a taxi stuck in traffic. The driver was listening to an FM broadcast. Kirie’s voice emerged from the radio. At first, Junpei didn’t realize that he was hearing Kirie. He simply thought the voice was similar to hers. But the more he listened the more it sounded like her, her manner of speaking—the same smooth intonation, the same relaxed style, the special way she had of pausing between thoughts.

Junpei asked the driver to turn up the volume.

"Sure thing," the driver said.

Kirie was being interviewed by a female announcer. "So you’ve liked high places since you were a little girl?" the announcer asked.

"Yes," Kirie—or a woman with exactly the same voice—said. "As long as I can remember, I've liked being up high. The higher I am, the more peaceful I feel. I was always nagging my parents to take me to tall buildings. I was a strange little creature," she said with a laugh.

"Which is how you got started in your present line of work, I suppose."

"First I worked as an analyst at a securities firm. But I knew right away that it wasn't right for me. I left the company after three years, and the first thing I did was get a job washing windows in tall buildings. What I really wanted to be was a steeplejack, but that's such a macho world—they don't let women in very easily."

"From securities analyst to window-washer—that’s quite a change!"

"To tell the truth, washing windows was much less stressful for me. If something’s going to fall, it's just me, not stock prices." Again the laugh.

"Now, by 'window-washer' you mean one of those people who get lowered down the side of a building on a platform?"

"Right. Of course, they give you a lifeline, but some spots you can't reach without taking the lifeline off. That didn't bother me at all. No matter how high we went, I was never scared—which made me a very valuable worker."

"I suppose you like to go mountain-climbing?"

"I have almost no interest in mountains. I've tried climbing a few times, but it does nothing for me. The only things that interest me are man-made structures that rise straight up from the ground. Don’t ask me why."

"So now you run a window-washing company that specializes in high-rise buildings in the Tokyo metropolitan area."

"Correct," she said. "I saved up and started my own little company about six years ago. Of course, I go out with my crews, but basically I'm an owner now. I don't have to take orders from anybody, and I can make up my own rules."

"Meaning you can take the lifeline off whenever you like?"

"In a word." Another laugh.

"You really do like high places, don't you?"

"I do. I feel it's my calling to be up high. I can't imagine doing any other kind of work. Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience."

"It’s time for a song now," the announcer said. "James Taylor, with 'Up on the Roof.' We'll talk more about tightrope-walking after this."

While the song played, Junpei leaned over the front seat and asked the driver,
"What does this woman do?"

"She puts up ropes between high-rise buildings and walks across them," the driver explained. "With a long pole in her hands for balance. She's some kind of performer. I guess she gets her kicks that way. I get scared just riding in a glass elevator."

"That's her profession?" Junpei asked. He noticed that his voice was dry and the weight had gone out of it. It sounded like someone else’s voice.

"Yeah. I guess she gets a bunch of sponsors together and puts on a performance. She just did one at some famous cathedral in Germany. She says she wants to do it on higher buildings but can't get permission. 'Cause if you go that high a safety net won’t help. Of course, she can’t make a living that way, so—well, you heard her say she's got this window-cleaning company. Weird chick."

"The most wonderful thing about it is that when you're up there you change as a human being," Kirie told the interviewer. "You have to change or you can't survive. When I come out to a high place, it's just me and the wind. Nothing else. The wind envelops me, shakes me up. It understands who I am. At the same time, I understand the wind. We accept each other and we decide to go on living together. That's the moment I love more than anything. No, I'm not afraid. Once I set foot in that high place and enter completely into that state of concentration, all fear vanishes."

She spoke with cool assurance. Junpei could not tell whether the interviewer understood what she was saying. When the interview ended, Junpei stopped the cab and got out, walking the rest of the way to his destination. Now and then he would look up at a tall building and at the clouds flowing past. No one could come between her and the wind, he realized, and he felt a violent rush of jealousy. But jealousy of what? The wind? Who could possibly be jealous of the wind?

Junpei waited several more months for Kirie to contact him. He wanted to see her and talk to her about lots of things, including the kidney-shaped stone. But the call never came, and his calls to her could never be completed as dialled. When summer came, he gave up. She obviously had no intention of seeing him again. And so the relationship ended calmly, without discord or shouting matches—exactly the way he had ended relationships with so many other women. At some point, the calls would stop coming, and everything would come to an end quietly, naturally.

Should I add her to the countdown? Was she one of my three women with real meaning? Junpei agonized over the question for some time without reaching a conclusion. I'll wait another six months, he thought. Then I'll decide.

During those six months, he wrote with great concentration and produced a large number of short stories. As he sat at his desk polishing a story, he would think, Kirie is probably in some high place with the wind right now. Here I am, all alone at my desk writing stories, while she's all alone up there, without a lifeline. Once she enters that state of concentration, all fear vanishes: it's just her and the wind. Junpei would often recall her words and realize that he had come to feel something special for Kirie, something that he had never felt for another woman. It was a deep emotion, with clear outlines and real weight. He was still unsure what to call this emotion. It was, at least, a feeling that could not be exchanged for anything else. Even if he never saw Kirie again, this feeling would stay with him forever. Somewhere in his body—perhaps in the marrow of his bones—he would continue to feel her absence.

As the year came to an end, Junpei made up his mind. He would count her as No. 2. She was one of the women who had real meaning for him. Strike two. Only one left.

But he was no longer afraid. Numbers aren't the important thing, he told himself. The countdown has no meaning. Now he knew: what matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

One morning, the doctor notices that the dark kidney-shaped stone has disappeared from her desk. And she knows: it won't be coming back.

Judul Asli: Majo no Takkyunin
Genre: Anime, Adventure, Fiksi, Jepang
Director: Hayao Mizaki
Seiyuu:
Minami Takayama sebagai Kiki / Ursula
Rei Sakuma sebagai Jiji
Kappei Yamaguchi sebagai Tombo
Keiko Toda sebagai Osono

Sebuah film animasi yang menceritakan seorang penyihir cilik yang riang bernama Kiki. Menurut peraturan para penyihir, seorang penyihir yang sudah genap berusia tiga belas tahun wajib untuk keluar dari rumah dan menjelajah dunia luar guna mempertajam kemampuan sihirnya.

Kini tiba giliran Kiki yang sudah berusia tiga belas tahun, bersama kucing hitamnya, Jiji, mereka bertualang menaiki sapu terbang pemberian ibu Kiki, terbang mencari tempat yang tepat untuk mereka menetap dan mempertajam kemampuan sihir Kiki.

Lalu tibalah Kiki dan Jiji disebuah kota di pinggir laut. Kota tersebut begitu ramai dan jauh berbeda dengan tempat asal Kiki. Pada awalnya Kiki dan Jiji bingung karena tidak menemukan tempat untuk tinggal, hingga akhirnya secara tak sengaja Kiki menolong seorang pemilik toko roti untuk mengembalikan barang yang tertinggal di toko roti tersebut, sebuah pacifier milik seorang bayi, yang baru saja meninggalkan toko roti tersebut bersama ibunya.

Sejak itu Kiki menetap di toko roti tersebut dan terpikirkan untuk menggunakan kemampuan terbangnya sebagai jasa pengiriman barang.
Bagaiamana perkembangan jasa pengiriman barang milik Kiki? Akankah sihirnya meningkat dan semuanya berjalan lancar?

Film yang diadaptasi dari novel karya Eiko Kadono ini memang ditujukan untuk anak-anak, tepat disaksikan bersama keluarga, karena sarat akan pelajaran dan nilai positif. Mengajarkan pentingnya menemukan tujuan dari hidup, dan memiliki kepercayaan diri. Bahwa segala sesuatunya mungkin saja terjadi jika kita percaya dan yakin pad diri sendiri dan tentu saja bekerja keras. Sifat Kiki di sini dibuat sangat manusiawi, dimana seorang yang periang pun tetap memiliki titik jenuhnya dan merasa tidak bersemangat. Suatu ciri khas dari film anak-anak dari Gibli memang selalu penuh dengan pelajaran dan pesan moral. Film anak-anak bukan berati hanya boleh ditonton anak-anak saja, karena orang dewasa pun bisa tetap menikmati film ringan ini sebagai hiburan di akhir pekan.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piIdiZ44zzU]

Steve Aoki, DJ keturunan Jepang asal Amerika Serikat baru saja mengehelat konser ketiganya di Jakarta, Rabu 27 Februari 2013 lalu.



Steve Hiroyuki Aoki yang pertama kali terjun ke dunia musik elektro pada tahun 1996 ini memang dikenal meracik musik dan berkolaborasi dengan para musisi-musisi besar lainnya seperti Afrojack, Tiesto, Laidback Luke dan masih banyak lagi. Aoki juga dikenal sering me-remix beberapa hits dunia lagu-lagu dari Jackson 5, Lenny Kravitz, Snoop Dog, The Killers, Mike Posner, Bloc Party , Robin Thicke dan lain-lain sehingga terdengar berbeda namun tetap spektakuler.



Dengan dibuka oleh Dhipa Barus dan Mahesa Utara terlebih dahulu, penampilan Aoki baru dimulai tepat pukul 00.30 WIB. Avenue of the Stars Lippo Mall Kemang sukses dibuat tercegang oleh aksi atraktif DJ kelahiran Miami ini. Seluruh hitsnya di album Wonderland dimainkan juga beberapa lagu baru yang akan dimasukan ke album berikutnya. Aksi luar biasa bahkan cenderung tak biasa dilakukan oleh DJ yang sempat meraih gelar DJ of the Year 2007 versi Paper Magazine ini, dimulai dari menyiramkan sampanye ke penonton, hingga terjun dari ketinggian 5 meter ke atas perahu karet lalu diakhir pertunjukkan mengibarkan bendera merah-putih sebagai wujud kecintaanya kepada Indonesia. Konser yang luar biasa dan tentu saja kehadirannya di konser selanjutnya akan sangat ditunggu-tunggu para penggemarnya di Indonesia.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3OzHBEcymw]

pic source: http://wih.loveindonesia.com/ 

Judul asli: Kumo no Mukou, Yakusoku no Basho 
Genre: Anime, Fiksi, Sci-Fi, adventure, drama
Director: Makoto Shinkai
Seiyuu (Pengisi Suara):
Hidetaka Yoshioka sebagai Hiroki Fujisawa
Masato Hagiwara sebagai Takuya Shirakawa
Yuka Nanri sebagai Sayuri Sawatari
Unsho Ishizuka sebagai Okabe



Menceritakan tentang dua orang pemuda, Hiroki Yoshikawa dan Takuya Shirakawa yang pada liburan musim panasnya bekerja paruh waktu di sebuah pabrik pesawat sembari membuat pesawat impian mereka agar bisa terbang ke sebuah menara yang luar biasa tingginya di pulau Hokkaido.

Pada saat itulah mereka menjadi dekat dengan seorang gadis ceria, Sayuri Sawatari. Bertiga selama musim panas itu mereka menghabiskan waktu bersama dengan ceria lalu membuat janji, bahwa segera setelah pesawat itu jadi, mereka akan terbang bersama mengajak Sayuri turut terbang mendekati menara tersebut.

Namun sayangnya, tak lama kemudian Sayuri menghilang secara tiba-tiba. Dengan menghilangnya Sayuri entah mengapa, Hiroki dan Takuya tak lagi menyelesaikan misi mereka terhadap pesawat tersebut.

Tiga tahun pun berlalu, Takuya sibuk bekerja paruh waktu di sebuah pusat penelitian menara tersebut dan Hiroki menjalani hidup biasa menjauh di kota Tokyo. Pada saat itu situasi semakin memanas antara dua kubu Hokaido yang dikuasai Union dan Pulau Honshu yang berada dibawah naungan Amerika Serikat. Apakah kaitan antara ketiga remaja itu dengan menara super tinggi tersebut? Akankah mereka kembali berkumpul dan menepati janji mereka?

Film produksi Gibli dengan cerita yang begitu kompleks, beberapa unsur dari cerita sulit untuk ditangkap jika hanya ditonton sambil lalu. Tapi bukan Gibli namanya jika tidak memberikan gambaran yang detail dan animasi yang memukau. Film ini memakasa penonton untuk berimajinasi, mebayangkan gambaran dunia lain yang berbeda tetapi mirip dengan dunia nyata. Kisah persahabatan, cinta dan juga impian menjadi poin utama dari anime ini. Bagi yang tidak terbiasa dengan film kompleks, bersiaplah untuk menonton ulang film ini agar dapat mengerti beberapa unsur cerita dan situasi tambahan di luar cerita inti dari film sci-fi ini.

A chain of short stories about their distance
Judul Asli: Byōsoku Go Senchimētoru
Genre: Anime, Drama, Romance
Director: Makoto Shinkai
Seiyuu (Pengisi Suara):
Kenji Mizuhashi sebagai Takaki Tohno
Yoshimi Kondou sebagai Akari Shinohara (chapter I)
Satomi Hanamura sebagai Kanae Sumita
Ayaka Onoue sebagai Akari Shinohara (chapter III)

Film animasi yang terbagi atas tiga bagian cerita yang saling berhubungan, dengan pemeran utama pria Takaki Tohno.

"The velocity of cherry blossom petals when it falls, 5 centimeters persecond"

Itu kalimat yang diucapkan Akari Shinohara kepada Takaki Tohno pada bagian awal Chapter I yang berjudul: Oukashou ( Extract of the Cherry Blossom). Pada Chapter I ini sudut pandang penceritaan diambil dari sisi Tohno, menceritakan kehidupannya sebagai siswa tahun pertama di SMP. Hampir setahun Tohno berpisah dari teman masa kecilnya, Akari Shinohara, karena keluarga Akari pindah ke Tochiri, yang cukup jauh dari tempatnya saat ini. Mereka saling bertukar cerita melalui surat, saling berbalas saling mengingat kenangan masa lalu mereka, terutama janji untuk melihat kembali bunga sakura bertebangan mengikuti angin dengan kecepatan 5 cm per detik.

Suatu ketika, keluarga Tohno akan berpindah ke Kagoshima, yang jarak antara Tohno dan Akari semakin jauh saja. Untuk itu Tohno pun bertekad untuk mengunjungi Akari sebelum dirinya pindah ke Kagoshima. Untuk menemui Akari Ia harus menempuh perjalanana panjang dnengan kereta Shinkansen di tengah hujan salju. Sepanjang perjalanannya yang penuh rintanagn digunakan Tohno untuk mengenang kembali awal perjumpaannya dengan Akari semasa Sekolah Dasar dulu.

Chapter II berjudul: Cosmonaut, masih mengisahkan Takaki Tohno, namun kali ini dari sudut pandang Kanae Sumita, teman sekolah Tohno di Kagashima sejak tahun kedua di SMP hingga kini di tahun akhir SMA. Kanae diam-diam menyimpan rasa suka untuk Tohno sejak lama, walaupun setiap hari pulang bersama, dan sikap Tohno yang selalu baik dan ramah pada Kanae, Kanae tetap tidak yakin bahwa Tohno memiliki rasa yang sama dengan dirinya.Kanae sempat merasa terpuruk terutama ketika memikirkan masa depannya, Ia sama sekali tidak tahu apa yang Ia inginkan di masa depan, di perguruan tinggi mana, jurusan apa, dan juga apa yang Ia harus lakukan terhadap perasaannya dengan Tohno, lalu mengenang awal pertemuannya dengan Tohno dan bagaimana pandangannya terhadap Tohno hingga sekarang.

Chapter III di film ini tak berjudul, dengan sudut pandang Tohno dan juga sedikit sudut pandang dari Akari, yang kini sudah dewasa. Dimulai dari dua orang dewasa laki-laki dan perempuan yang berpapasan di rel kereta. Sang pria berpikir:

"I firmly feel that, she will turn her head towards me, if I turn my head."

Lalu ketika si pria berbalik badan, kereta api lewat. Adegan berpindah ke kesaharian Takaki Tohno yang kini sudah bekerja. Lalu sudut pandang Akari yang tampaknya kini telah bertunangan, dilihat dari cincin di jarinya. Akari dalam perjalananya dari rumah orang tuanya ke Tokyo, kembali mengingat kenangannya tiga belas tahun lalu. Di Tokyo, Tohno tampak begitu muram, menjalani rutinitasnya. Bagaimanakah takdir Tohno dan Akari? Apakah mereka telah bertemu setelah sekian lama?

Film ini sukses membuat penonton bertanya-tanya akan dibawa ke mana kah cerita ini? Kisah cinta pertama dan bagaimana takdir manusia tercipta begitu misterius di kehidupan ini. Dengan narasi dari para tokohnya, tentang pemikirannya, membuat penonton terbawa suasana hati para tokoh. Grafis khas anime Jepang yang jernih dan detail membuat penonton dapat melihat-lihat pemandangan detail di berbagai tempat di Jepang.

Film ini juga kemudian dibuat Novel dan juga Manga-nya dengan judul yang sama. Lalu satu lagi yang tak pernah ketinggalan dari sebuah anime adalah soundtrack yang sesuai dengan cerita. Soundtrack film ini berjudul: One more time, One more chance dinyanyikan oleh Masayoshi Yamazaki dengan penghayatan total. Penasaran? soundtracknya bisa di cek disini:
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJmvvZk4C1A]

Judul Asli: 1973-nen no Pinboru
Genre: Novel, Fiksi, Jepang, Sastra
Penulis: Haruki Murakami

From even the most ordinary, common place things, there's always something you can learn. - J

Buku kedua dari trilogy the Rat ini masih mengisahkan sang pemeran utama tak bernama, 'Aku'. Kali ini bersetting di kota Tokyo tahun 1973, 'Aku' yang berprofesi sebagai seorang penerjemah buku, membuka usaha jasa penerjemahan bersama rekannya dengan dibantu oleh seorang wanita petugas administratif dan beberapa pegawai magang. Pekerjaannya berjalan lancar, kehidupannya di apartemennya tak lagi sepi, karena kini dirinya ditemani dua gadis kembar identik, the Twins, yang pandai membuatkannya kopi, yang muncul secara tiba-tiba di suatu pagi.

Namun suatu ketika 'Aku' bernostalgia dengan masa lalunya, mengingat mantan kekasihnya, lalu merindukan sesuatu, sesuatu yang pernah ada dikehidupannya beberapa tahun lalu. Begitupula dengan sosok the Rat, secara bergantian pada buku ini menceritakan sosok 'Aku' dan the Rat. The Rat yang hampir setiap hari berkunjung ke bar milik J, seorang imigran generasi pertama asal China berusia empat puluh tahunan, merasa ingin melakukan sesuatu dalam dirinya keluar dari rutinitasnya saat ini.
Jadi apakah yang dirindukan 'Aku' dan apakah yang akan dilakukan the Rat? Apa yang mereka lakukan selanjutnya?

Buku dengan gaya penulisan Haruki Murakami yang khas ini memang sukses membuat pembacanya penasaran, 'mau dibawa kemanakah cerita ini?'. Penuturannya berpindah dari 'Aku' ke the Rat lalu kembali ke 'Aku',
pendeskiripsian situasi dan perasaan para tokoh yang detail, serta dialog random yang membuat pembaca merenung,
merupakan ciri khas dari Murakami-san. Buku ini menghibur sekaligus membuat berpikir, sedikit unsur tak logis, aneh, unik, namun membuat pembaca ketagihan, ingin membaca lagi, lagi dan lagi karya lainnya dari Haruki Murakami.
Buku ini merupakan buku kedua dari trilogi the Rat, setelah Hear the Wind Sing  sebelum A Wild Sheep Chase

Genre: Cerpen, Short story, Romance, Drama, Jepang
Penulis: Haruki Murakami

Sebuah cerita singkat karya Haruki Murakami yang termasuk dalan kumpulan cerita pendek di buku The Elephant Vanishes. Menceritakan suatu takdir, kebetulan, keputusan, dan cinta.



Seorang pria usia tiga puluhan, 'aku' baru saja berpapasan dengan seorang wanita yang mungkin dua tahun lebih muda darinya di suatu jalan di kota Tokyo, yang saat pertama melihatnya Ia langsung mengetahuinya bahwa wanita itu adalah 'she's the one',
Ia berpikir:

She is 100% the perfect girl for me.

Dalam benaknya, Ia menimbang apa yang akan dia lakukan, lalu jarak antara mereka makin sempit, dan mendekat sampai akhirnya berlalu, ya, wanita itu berlalu. Kini tinggal penyesalan yang ada pada dirinya, dan membuatnya berpikir apa yang seharusnya Ia lakukan. Lalu apakah yang akhirnya ia lakukan dan bagaimanakah hasilnya?

Short story karya Haruki Murakami ini begitu sederhana namun melekat di benak pembaca. Menyentil dan menyentuh mungkin adalah dua kata yang tepat untuk mendeskripsikannya. Menyentil pembaca karena kejadian dalam cerita tersebut pasti pernah dialami dan menyentuh karena kejadian dan keputusan serta akhir dari cerita tersebut sangat mengena, membuat pembaca memikirkan kembali pengalaman tersebut. Suatu ending tak terduga juga hadir dalam short story ini, dan sesuai dengan gaya tulisan yang khas dari Haruki Murakami, pendeskripsian situasi, kondisi dan keadaan sekitar begitu ringan namun indah untuk dibaca dan dibayangkan. Membuat penasaran dan berandai, andaikan bisah mengerti bahasa Jepang, seperti apakah tulisan asli dari Haruki Murakami-san sebelum diterjemahkan.

Cerita ini juga difilmkan oleh sutradara Jepang, Naoto Yamakawa pada tahun 1983 dengan judul A Girl, She is 100 Percent. Kemudian di tahun 2008, Tom Flint, seorang sutradara asal Amerika Serikat juga menjadikan cerita pendek ini menjadi sebuah film pendek, yang ditayangkan di 2008 CON-CAN Movie Festival. Lalu short story ini juga menjadi inspirasi untuk dibuatnya sebuah short movie amatir sekelompok anak muda  penggemar Haruki Murakami yang dapat dilihat di YouTube. Penasaran dengan ceritanya?
Ini dia format PDF dari short story  On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning

Genre: Romanic, Comedy, J Dorama,
Episodes: 11
Directors: Nishiura Masaki  & Tanaka Ryo

Cast:
Shun Oguri sebagai Hyuga Toru
Ishihara Satomi sebagai Sawaki Chihiro/Natsui Makoto
Iura Arata sebagai Asahina Kosuke
Aibu Saki sebagai Asahina Yoko
Yagi Nozomi sebagai Miyamae Tomoka

Menceritakan tentang seorang mahasiswa Universitas Tokyo sederhana bernama Natsui Makoto yang memiliki kemampuan untuk mengingat segala sesuatunya dengan cepat namun sangat sulit mendapatkan pekerjaan karena sikapnya yang mudah panik saat proses wawancara.

Hal tersebut terus berlanjut, termasuk ketika ia dalam proses pengeliminasian untuk penerimaan karyawan di salah satu perusahaan pengembang IT ternama yang dimiliki oleh Hyuga Toru. Karena suatu kejadian pada saat seleksi tersebut, Natsui ditolak mentah-mentah oleh Hyuga dihadapan calon karyawan yang lain, dan seketika Ia mengungkapkan bahwa namanya adalah Sawaki Chihiro, yang membuat Hyuga tersentak.

Hyuga Toru adalah sosok CEO perusahaan IT yang jenius dan keras serta terkenal tegas, namun Ia memiliki kelemahan yakni selalu lupa dengan nama orang, benar-benar lupa yang parah, Ia hanya bisa mengingat nama beberapa orang yang benar-benar dekat dengannya saja, seperti partnernya, Ahashina Kosuke dan nama ibu yang meninggalkannya sewaktu kecil, Sawaki Chihiro.

Bagaimanakah hubungan kedua orang bertolak belakang ini? apakah hubungan Natsui dengan Hyuga?
J Dorama ini berbeda dengan dorama lainnya yang jarang memnyisipkan humor sedemikian rupa dalam kisahnya yang sarat dengan pelajaran moral tentang persahabatan, cita-cita serta ambisi.

Desain kantor IT yang memukau dan cara berpakaian beberapa karakternya yang menarik juga menjadi poin tambahan dari dorama ini, dan satu lagi, Fuji TV membuatkan dorama ini satu tampilan website khusus dengan nama Next Innovation (nama perusahaan IT Hyuga Toru dalam dorama) yang menampilkan seluk beluk kantornya serta ucapan selamat datang dari sang CEO, Hyuga Toru, penasaran? ini dia linknya Next Innovation ;)

[caption id="attachment_432" align="aligncenter" width="229"] Bahkan Seungri Bigbang pun tidak mau ketinggalan berfoto dengan background tembok fenomenal Next Innovation bersama Shun Oguri[/caption]

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sASr1bH0bdk&w=560&h=315]

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WUi1Hs6fWM&w=560&h=315]

Warau Kanoko Sama
Judul Inggris: The Secret Notes of Lady Kanoko
Writen by: Ririko Tsujita
Volume: 3



Menceritakan tentang Kanoko Naedoko yang bertekad menjadikan dirinya sendiri sebagai seorang 'human observer' dengan mengamati perilaku teman-teman sekelasnya tak lupa mencatat dan menyimpulkan catatannya tersebut.

Sebagai seorang observer, Kanoko yang sering berpindah-pindah sekolah bisa dikatakan hampir sebulan sekali ini, dengan sengaja tidak berteman dengan siapapun di kelasnya.
Namun perlahan sikapnya yang skeptis mulai berubah lebih hangat seiring dengan berjalannya waktu, Ia mulai menerima beberapa teman walaupun tetap membatasi kedekatannya.
Beberapa teman yang cukup akrab dengannya antara lain Haru Tsubaki yang entah kenapa selalu saja bertemu dengan Kanoko di sekolah barunya.Lalu ada Momoka Hanai dan Touta Natsukusa yang ramah dan polos dan tak pernah lelah berupaya untuk berteman dengan Kanoko.

Terkadang Kanoko juga turut membantu secara tak langsung hubungan beberapa teman sekelasnya yang kurang baik melalui celetukkannya dan beberapa tokoh lain yang muncul sesekali.

Komik ini memberikan nuansa yang baru karena menyoroti berbagai macam jenis pertemanan dan lingkungan sosial di kalangan remaja dengnan cara yang ringan, sentilan humor yang mengena mengajak pembaca untuk turut mengintrospeksi diri. Belum lagi karakter Kanoko yang agak 'nyeleneh' tapi menghibur dan beberapa karakter unik disekitarnya.

Mendengar namanya mungkin kalian akan terpikir ini merupakan trio atau band asal Jepang, padahal Ohashi Trio merupakan seorang penyanyi jazz solo asal Jepang. Penyanyi yang bernama asli Ohashi Yoshinori ini ahli dalam memainkan berbagai alat musik seperti piano, gitar, bass, drum, mandolin, harmonika dan alat musik tradisional Jepang, Shamisen, dan kealhiannya tersebut diwujudkan dalam setiap alunan musik karyanya.

Di cover album ketiganya yang berjudlu FAKE BOOK III ini, Ohashi-san menghadirkan beberapa lagu hasil covernya seperti GRACEKELLY dari Mika yang berfokus pada petikan gitarnya dan Lalala Love Song dari Toshinobu Kubota yang sempat menjadi ost fenomenal dari JDorama Long Vacation,yang terdengar lebih jazzy dengan suara khasnya.

Lalu lagu Raburi (Lovely) yang benar-benar lovely, ceria membuat imajinasi melayang dan melangkah sambil berlompat-lompat saat mendengar lagu ini.
Kemudian lagu Jiyu no Machi (Liberty City) yang membuat tersenyum dan semangat dengan dentingan piano yang Jazzy.
lagu Cheri no Rabureta ( Cherry Love Letter) yang lebih manis, kental dengan dentingan gitar yang tropis.

Lagu Mayonaka no Hidamari (Hidamari Night) english version yang cocok didengar saat malam menjelang, sebagai lagu pengantar tidur lalu ada lagu Ano Subarashi Ai wo Moichido yang lebih slow dan sebagai lagu penutup adalah Brick yang sedikit terdengar seperti musik dari Five For Fighting karena alunan pianonya.

Secara keseluruhan album berisi 8 lagu ini highly recomended, musiknya walaupun jazz tapi tetap easy listening dan khas dan renyah :) dan FYI tanggal 19 September 2012 ini Ohashi Trio akan meluncurkan album terbarunya berjudul White.

Track List FAKE BOOK III:
1. GRACEKELLY
2. Raburi (Lovely)
3. LALALA Love Song
4. Ano Subarashi Ai wo Moichi do
5. Jiyu no Machi ( Liberty City)
6. Mayonaka no Hidamari (Hidamari Night)
7. Cheri no Rabureta ( Cherry Love Letter)
8. Brick

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSBeRmoiZ54&w=420&h=315]