Genre: Fiksi, Misteri, Mesir Kuno
Penulis: Agatha Christie

Mengisahkan kehidupan keluarga Mesir, sebelum masehi, dimana penanggalan yang digunakan masih berbeda dengan sekarang. Renisenb adalah putri ketiga dari Imhotep, seorang imam kuil pemakaman, yang biasa mengurusi dan merawat makam beserta lahan di sekitarnya, Ia baru kembali lagi ke tanah Selatan tersebut, setelah suaminya Khay, meninggal. Renisenb yang kembali bersama putrinya, Teti, pada awalnya merasa tidak ada yang berubah dari kampung halamannya tersebut. Kakak tertuanya Yahmose yang pendiam serta istrinya yang bertolak belakang, Satipy, selalu beerbicara lantang, lalu kakak keduanya Sobek yang bersemangat serta istrinya Kait yang pendiam, lalu adiknya Ipy yang tampan dan pandai, Hori teman Yahmose yang selalu baik dengan Renisenb, Esa neneknya yang bijaksana serta Henet, keluarga jauh ibunya yang selalu saja bergosip dan mengendap-endap.

Bagi Renisenb semua tampak sama, namun Hori dengan bijak mengatakan itu tidak benar, dan benar saja suatu ketika ayahnya kembali dari Utara dengan menggandeng seorang selir baru yang masih muda bernama Nofret.
Perlahan sikap asli orang-orang di sekitar Reninsenb mulai terungkap dan kematian mengintai.
Bagaimanakah kelangsungan hidup keluarga Renisenb?

Novel yang pertama kali dirilis pada tahun 1944 ini pada bagian awalnya sedikit monoton dan datar, namun perlahan seiiring halaman demi halaman dibuka, penceritaan Agatha Christie pada buku ini mulai dapat dinikmati, memupuk rasa penasaran mengenai adegan-adengan berikutnya dan kejadian-kejadian berikutnya yang akan terjadi. Tokoh yang hadir dengan berbagai karakter yang sangat dekat dengan kehidupan sehari-hari serta kebudayaan Mesir kuno yang dihadirkan membuka wawasan baru, karena dibuat berdasarkan surat-surat seorang egyptologist bernama Battiscombe Gunn.

 

Genre: Anime, kartun, jepang, animasi
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Cast:
Yooji Matsuda sebagai Ashitaka
Yuriko Ishida sebagai San/ Princess Mononoke
Tsynehiko Kamijo sebagai Gonza
Kaoru Kobayashi sebagai Jiko bo
Sumi Shimamoto sebagai Toko



Mengisahkan Pangeran Ashitaka, Pangeran dari suku, suku yang berhasil melarikan diri dan mengasingkan diri di Timur Jepang, hidup damai dengan hutan, alam dan isinya. Suatu ketika makhluk jahat mengambil alih badan seekor babi hutan dan mengarah ke pemukiman. Ashitaka pun mencegahnya dan berhasil menghentikkannya.

Namun sayangnya, tangan kanannya terkena kutukan dari dari makhluk tersebut, dan menurut nenek peramal di desanya, kutukan tersebut lama kelamaan akan menyerang seluruh tubuh Ashitaka hingga meninggal, namun ada cara untuk menghentikkannya. Ashitaka harus keluar dari suku menuju Barat mencari roh hutan dan memintanya mencahut kutukan tersebut.

Dalam perjalanan banyak hal yang terjadi, tangan kanannya jika digunakan untuk memanah akan langsung memanah mati sasarannya, Ashitaka yang baik hati tidak mengingikan hal tersebut berusaha menghindari pertarungan. Suatu ketika tampak dari kejauhan sekelompok orang dan kerbau tengah bertempur melawan beberapa ekor serigala putih, serigala tersebut memporak porandakan gerombolan kerbau dan membuat beberapa kerbau dan orang disekitarnya terjatuh ke jurang.

Ashitaka yang kebetulan dibawah jurang tersebut menolong beberapa orang yang terjatuh di sungai di dekatnya. Saat tengah menolong, Yakura, kambing hutannya mendengar sesuatu di ujung sungai, Ashitaka pun memeriksanya.
Ternyata dua eka serigala dan juga seorang gadis sedang berjalan menuju hutan.

Bagaimanakah nasib Ashitaka? Berhasilkah kutukannya hilang, dan apakah yang terjadi antara segerombolan orang tadi dan serigala serta gadis tersebut?

Film produksi Ghibli ini sarat akan pesan moral, dan mencolek penonton mengenai tindakan manusia terhadap alam. Bagaimana hutan dihancurkan diambil sarinya secara berlebihan, membuat satwa-satwa di dalamnya kehilangan tempat berlindung. Menyadarkan penonton juga bahwa perang tidak akan membuahkan hasil apa-pun selain perang yang berkelanjutan dan kehancuran. Film berdurasi 2 jam ini, jika dilihat dari garis besar ceritanya sebenarnya lebih tepat di beri judul Prince Ashitaka dibanding Princess Mononoke.

 
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5UTaVo0beY&w=420&h=315]

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: Anime, Jepang, Animasi, Fiksi
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Cast(Seiyuu):
Rumi Hiiragi sebagai Chihiro/Sen
Miyu Irino sebagai Haku
Mari Natsuki sebagai Yubaba/Zeniba
Bunta Sugawara sebagai Kamaji
Yumi Tamai sebagai Rin



Mengisahakan Chihiro anak manja dan penakut sedang kesal pada orang tuanya karena harus pindah sekolah dan rumah ke tempat yang jauh berbeda. Dalam perjalanan menuju rumah baru, mobil mereka tersesat dan malah menuju sebuah bangunan tak teurus di ujung hutan.

Karena penasaran, ayah Chihiro turun dari mobil memeriksa bangunan tersebut diikuti ibu Chihiro dan Chihiro sendiri dengan terpaksa. Ternyata dibalik bangunan tersebut terdapat padang rumput yang luas, yang di ujungnya terdapat sederetan tempat makan di pinggir jalan berikut makanannya. Walaupun tidak ada yang menjaga, karena lapar kedua orang tua Chihiro melahap makanan-makanan tersebut. Sebaliknya Chihiro yang sedang kesal tidak mau memakananya, Chihiro melihat sekeliling sampai Ia bertemu dengan seorang anak lelaki berpakaian tradisional yang melarangnya berada di tempat tersebut, dan mengharuskan Chihiro pergi sebelum semua lampu dinyalakan karena hari sudah mulai gelap.

Sayangnya peringatan tersebut terlambat, kedua orang tuan Chihiro telah berubah menjadi babi dan padang rumput yang tadi mereka lewati telah berubah menjadi sungai yang dalam. Bagimana nasib Chihiro dan kedua orang tuannya? Di manakah mereka sebenarnya dan siapakah anak laki-laki tersebut?Seperti biasa animasi produksi Ghibli pasti menyiratkan pesan moral bagi penontonnya. Pada film kali ini penonton bisa melihat perubahan sikap Chihiro, ia makin dewasa dan tabah menghadapi permasalahannya. Bagaimana perbuatan baik dan tulus dapat membuahkan hasil yang tak terduga, serta kerakusan yang dapat menipu kita, semua pelajaran tersbut dihadirkan tanpa kesan menggurui pada anime ini.

Dapat dilihat beberapa tokoh pada anime ini tampak tak asing bagi yang sudah pernah menonton Howl Moving Castle. Bukan pada karakternya namun pada desain tokohnya, seperti nenek penyihir, burung gagak dan desain karakter Haku, yang tampak mirip dengan desain tokoh Howl. Unsur komedi juga turut dihadirkan pada anime ini, petualangan tak lazim di negeri khayalan yang menyenangkan memanjakan imajinasi, membuat film animasi ini wajib ditonton bagi kalian pecinta film, khususnya film produksi Ghibli.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6nOak3bSaw]

Genre: Romantic, Drama, Comedy
Director: David O. Russel
Cast:
Bradley Cooper sebagai Patrick Solitano, Jr.
Jennifer Lawrence sebagai Tiffany
Robert De Niro sebagai Patrick Solitano, Sr.
Jacki Weaver sebagai Dolores
Chris Tucker sebagai Danny
Anupam Kher sebagai Dr. Cliff Patel
John Ortiz sebagai Ronnie
Julia Stiles sebagai Veronica
Brea Bee sebagai Nikki

Patrick Solitano, Jr., guru sebuah SMA baru saja dibebaskan bersyarat dari rumah sakit perawatan mental, kembali ke rumah orang tuanya di Philladelpia.
Pat berada di rumah sakit tersebut selama delapan bulan akibat tindakan kekerasan yang Ia lakukan kepada seorang guru sejarahg di ketika Ia memergoki guru tersebut berselingkuh dengan istrinya Nikki. Pat sikatakan mengidap bipolar disorder.

Pat pun tidak diijikan mendekati Nikki dan guru sejarah tersebut dalam radius lima kaki. Kejadian tersebut menyebabkan Pat trauma terhadap beberapa hal dan membuatnya terobsesi pada Nikki, membaca buku-buku yang digunakan Nikki untuk mengajar dan melakukan apapun yang menurutnya dapat membuat Nikki kembali padanya.

Suatu ketika, Pat diundang makan malam oleh temannya, Ronny dan Veronica, yang juga teman Nikki, di sana Pat dikenalkan pada Tiffany, adik Veronica. Tiffany baru saja menjanda karena suaminya yang berprofesi sebagai polisi meninggal dunia. Tiffany dikenal sebagai sosok wanita yang eksentrik, mengatakan apa yang ingin Ia katakan. Pertemuan mereka pada malam itu pun diakhiri dengan sedikit adu mulut.

Keesokan harinya mereka bertemu kembali secara tidak sengaja karena Pat yang setiap hari jogging, melewati rumah Tiffany. Bagaimanakah nasib Pat? Apakah pertemuannya dengan Tiffany akan mempengaruhi kehidupannya? Akankah Nikki kembali kepada Pat?

Film yang meraih banyak penghargaan ini memang sangat menarik untuk ditonton. Segi cerita yang dekat dengan kehidupan sehari-hari, menyorot hubungan pertemanana, kakak-adik, serta ayah dan anak. Bagaimana Pat yakin dengan adanya silverlining di setiap awan itu. Ia menjalani harinya dengan optimis,lalu sedikit sisi komedi yang tidak dengan gamblang ditujukan sebagai komedi, sangatlah menghibur. Di film ini penonton juga dapat melihat aktor asal India, Anupam Kher, yang mungkin tampak familiar bagi kalian yang sering menyaksikan drama India di era 90an. Dan bagi para pria, akting Jennifer Lawrence di sini sangatlah total, dan chemistrynya dengan Bradley Cooper pun sangat kuat pada film ini.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj5_FhLaaQQ&w=560&h=315]

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.

Short story karya Haruki Murakami, salah satu dari kumpulan cerpen dalam buku Blind Willow Sleeping Woman, yang menceritakan mengenai seorang wanita yang mengenang kejadian tak lazim yang Ia alami saat ulang tahunnya ke dua puluh tahun.

Birthday Girl 

She waited on tables as usual that day, her twentieth birthday. She always worked on Fridays, but if things had gone according to plan that particular Friday, she would have had the night off. The other part-time girl had agreed to switch shifts with her as a matter of course: being screamed at by an angry chef while lugging pumpkin gnocchi and seafood fritto to customers’ tables was not a normal way to spend one’s twentieth birthday. But the other girl had aggravated a cold and gone to bed with unstoppable diarrhea and a fever of 104, so she ended up working after all on short notice.

She found herself trying to comfort the sick girl, who had called to apologize. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I wasn’t going to do anything special anyway, even if it is my twentieth birthday.”

And in fact she was not all that disappointed. One reason was the terrible argument she had had a few days earlier with the boyfriend who was supposed to be with her that night. They had been going together since high school, and the argument had started from nothing much. But it had taken an unexpected turn for the worse until it became a long and bitter shouting match–one bad enough, she was pretty sure, to have snapped their long-standing ties once and for all. Something inside her had turned rock-hard and died. He had not called her since the blowup, and she was not about to call him.

Her workplace was one of the better-known Italian restaurants in the tonyRoppongi district of Tokyo. It had been in business since the late sixties, and, although its cuisine was hardly leading edge, its high reputation was fully justified. It had many repeat customers, and they were never disappointed. The dining room had a calm, relaxed atmosphere without a hint of pushiness. Rather than a young crowd, the restaurant drew an older clientele that included some famous stage people and writers.

The two full-time waiters worked six days a week. She and the other part time waitress were students who took turns working three clays each. In addition there was one floor manager and, at the register, a skinny middle-aged woman who supposedly had been there since the restaurant opened–literally sitting in the one place, it seemed, like some gloomy old character from Little Dorrit. She had exactly two functions: to accept payment from the guests and to answer the phone. She spoke only when necessary and always wore the same black dress. There was something cold and hard about her: if you set her afloat on the nighttime sea, she could probably sink any boat that happened to ram her.

The floor manager was perhaps in his late forties. Tall and broad-shouldered, his build suggested that he had been a sportsman in his youth, but excess flesh was now beginning to accumulate on his belly and chin. His short, stiff hair was thinning at the crown, and a special aging-bachelor smell clung to him–like newsprint that had been stored for a while in a drawer with cough drops. She had a bachelor uncle who smelled like that.

The manager always wore a black suit, white shirt, and bow tie–not a snap-on bow tie but the real thing, tied by hand. It was a point of pride for him that he could tie it perfectly without looking in the mirror. His job consisted in checking the arrival and departure of guests, keeping the reservation situation in mind, knowing the names of regular customers, greeting them with a smile, lending a respectful ear to any customers’ complaints, giving expert advice on wines, and overseeing the work of the waiters and waitresses. He performed his duties adroitly day after day. It was also his special task to deliver dinner to the room of the restaurant’s owner.

“The owner had his own room on the sixth floor of the same building where the restaurant was,” she said.

“An apartment or office or something.”

Somehow she and I had gotten onto the subject of our twentieth birthdays–what sort of day it had been for each of us. Most people remember the day they turned twenty. Hers had happened more than ten years earlier.

“He never, ever showed his face in the restaurant, though. The only one who saw him was the manager. It was strictly his job to deliver the owner’s dinner to him. None of the other employees knew what he looked like.”

“So, basically, the owner was getting home delivery from his own restaurant.”

“Right,” she said. “Every night at eight the manager had to bring dinner to the owner’s room. It was the restaurant’s busiest time, so having the manager disappear just then was always a problem for us, but there was no way around it because that was the way it had always been done. They’d load the dinner onto one of those carts that hotels use for room service, the manager would push it onto the elevator wearing a respectful look on his face, and fifteen minutes later he’d come back empty-handed. Then, an hour later, he’d go up again and bring down the cart with empty plates and glasses. Like clockwork, every day. I thought it was really weird the first time I saw it happen. It was like some kind of religious ritual, you know? After a while I got used to it, though, and never gave it another thought.”

The owner always had chicken. The recipe and the vegetable sides were a little different every day, but the main dish was always chicken. A young chef once told her that he had tried sending up the same exact roast chicken every day for a week just to see what would happen, but there was never any complaint. Of course, a chef wants to try different ways of preparing things, and each new chef would challenge himself with every technique for chicken that he could think of. They’d make elegant sauces, they’d try chickens from different suppliers, but none of their efforts had any effect: they might just as well have been throwing pebbles into an empty cave. Every one of them gave up and sent the owner some really standard chicken dish every day. That’s all that was ever asked of them.

Work started out as usual on her twentieth birthday, November 17. It had been raining on and off since the afternoon, and pouring since early evening. At five o’clock the manager gathered the employees together to explain the day’s specials. Servers were required to memorize them word for word and not use crib sheets: veal Milanese, pasta topped with sardines and cabbage, chestnut mousse. Sometimes the manager would take the part of a customer and test them with questions. Then came the employees’ meal: waiters in this restaurant were not going to have growling stomachs as they stood there taking customers’ orders!

The restaurant opened its doors at six o’clock, but guests were slow to arrive because of the downpour, and several reservations were simply canceled. Women didn’t want their dresses ruined by the rain. The manager walked around tight-lipped, and the waiters killed time polishing the salt and pepper shakers or chatting with the chef about cooking. She surveyed the dining room with its single couple at a table and listened to the harpsichord music flowing discreetly from ceiling speakers. A deep smell of late-autumn rain worked its way into the restaurant.

It was after seven-thirty when the manager started feeling sick. He stumbled over to a chair and sat there for a while pressing his stomach, as if he had suddenly been shot. A greasy sweat clung to his forehead. “I think I’d better go to the hospital,” he muttered. For him to have medical problems was a most unusual occurrence: he had never missed a day since he started working in this restaurant more than ten years earlier. It was another point of pride for him that he had never been out with illness or injury, but his painful grimace made it clear that he was in very bad shape.

She stepped outside with an umbrella and hailed a cab. One of the waiters held the manager steady and climbed into the car with him to take him to a nearby hospital. Before ducking into the cab, the manager said to her hoarsely, “I want you to take a dinner up to room 604 at eight o’clock. All you have to do is ring the bell, say, ‘Your dinner is here,’ and leave it.”

“That’s room 604, right?” she said.

“At eight o’clock,” he repeated. “On the dot.” He grimaced again, climbed in, and the taxi took him away. The rain showed no signs of letting up after the manager was gone, and customers arrived at long intervals. No more than one or two tables were occupied at a time, so if the manager and one waiter had to be absent, this was a good time for it to happen. Things could get so busy that it was not unusual for even the full staff to have trouble coping.

When the owner’s meal was ready at eight o’clock, she pushed the room-service cart onto the elevator and rode up to the sixth floor. It was the standard meal for him: a half bottle of red wine with the cork loosened, a thermal pot of coffee, a chicken entree with steamed vegetables, dinner rolls, and butter. The heavy aroma of cooked chicken quickly filled the little elevator. It mingled with the smell of rain. Water droplets dotted the floor of the elevator, suggesting that someone with a wet umbrella had recently been
aboard.

She pushed the cart down the corridor, bringing it to a stop in front of the door marked “604.” She double-checked her memory: 604. That was it. She cleared her throat and pressed the button by the door. There was no answer. She stood in place for a good twenty seconds. Just as she was thinking of pressing the bell again, the door opened inward and a skinny old man appeared. He was shorter than she was, by some four or five inches. He had on a dark suit and a necktie. Against his white shirt, the tie stood out distinctly with its brownish-yellow coloring like withered leaves. He made a very clean impression, his clothes perfectly pressed, his white hair smoothed down: he looked as though he were about to go out for the night to some sort of gathering. The deep wrinkles that creased his brow made her think of deep ravines in an aerial photograph.

“Your dinner, sir,” she said in a husky voice, then quietly cleared her throat again. Her voice grew husky whenever she was tense.

“Dinner?”

“Yes, sir. The manager suddenly took sick. I had to take his place today. Your meal, sir.”

“Oh, I see,” the old man said, almost as if talking to himself, his hand still perched on the doorknob.

“Took sick, eh? You don’t say.”

“His stomach started to hurt him all of a sudden. He went to the hospital. He thinks he might have appendicitis.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” the old man said, running his fingers along the wrinkles of his forehead. “Not good at all.”

She cleared her throat again. “Shall I bring your meal in, sir?” she asked.

“Ah yes, of course,” the old man said. “Yes, of course, if you wish. That’s fine with me.”

If I wish? she thought. What a strange way to put it. What am I supposed to wish?

The old man opened the door the rest of the way, and she wheeled the cart inside. The floor was covered in short gray carpeting with no area for removing shoes. The first room was a large study, as though the apartment were more a workplace than a residence. The window looked out on Tokyo Tower nearby, its steel skeleton outlined in lights. A large desk stood by the window, and beside the desk was a compact sofa and love seat. The old man pointed to the plastic laminate coffee table in front of the sofa. She arranged his meal on the table: white napkin and silverware, coffeepot and cup, wine and wineglass, bread and butter, and the plate of chicken and vegetables.

“If you would be kind enough to set the dishes in the hall as usual, sir, I’ll come to get them in an hour.” Her words seemed to snap him out of an appreciative contemplation of his dinner. “Oh, yes, of course. I’ll put them in the hall. On the cart. In an hour. If you wish.”

Yes, she replied inwardly, for the moment that is exactly what I wish. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he said after a moment’s consideration. He was wearing black shoes that had been polished to a high sheen. They were small and chic. He’s a stylish dresser, she thought. And he stands very straight for his age.

“Well, then, sir, I’ll be getting back to work.”

“No, wait just a moment,” he said.

“Sir?”

“Do you think it might be possible for you to give me five minutes of your time, miss? I have something I’d like to say to you.”

He was so polite in his request that it made her blush. “I … think it should be all right,” she said. “I mean, if it’s really just five minutes.” He was her employer, after all. He was paying her by the hour. It was not a question of her giving or his taking her time. And this old man did not look like a person who would do anything bad to her.

“By the way, how old are you?” the old man asked, standing by the table with arms folded and looking directly into her eyes.

“I’m twenty now,” she said.

“Twenty now,” he repeated, narrowing his eyes as if peering through some kind of crack. “Twenty now.

As of when?”

“Well, I just turned twenty,” she said. After a moment’s hesitation, she added, “Today is my birthday, sir.”

“I see,” he said, rubbing his chin as if this explained a great deal. “Today, is it? Today is your twentieth birthday?”

She nodded silently.

“Your life in this world began exactly twenty years ago today.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, “that is true.”

“I see, I see,” he said. “That’s wonderful. Well, then, happy birthday.”

“Thank you very much,” she said, and then it dawned on her that this was the very first time all day that anyone had wished her a happy birthday. Of course, if her parents had called from Oita, she might find a message from them on her answering machine when she got home after work.

“Well, well, this is certainly a cause for celebration,” he said. “How about a little toast? We can drink this red wine.”

“Thank you, sir, but I couldn’t. I’m working now.”

“Oh, what’s the harm in a little sip? No one’s going to blame you if I say it’s all right. Just a token drink for celebration.”

The old man slipped the cork from the bottle and dribbled a little wine into his glass for her. Then he took an ordinary drinking glass from a glass-doored cabinet and poured some wine for himself.

“Happy birthday,” he said. “May you live a rich and fruitful life, and may there be nothing to cast dark shadows on it.”

They clinked glasses.

May there be nothing to cast dark shadows on it: she silently repeated his remark to herself. Why had he chosen such unusual words for her birthday wish?

“Your twentieth birthday comes only once in a lifetime, miss. It’s an irreplaceable day.”

“Yes, sir, I know,” she said, taking one cautious sip of wine.

“And here, on your special day, you have taken the trouble to deliver my dinner to me like a kindhearted fairy.”

“Just doing my job, sir.”

“But still,” the old man said with a few quick shakes of the head. “But still, lovely young miss.”

The old man sat down in the leather chair by his desk and motioned her to the sofa. She lowered herself gingerly onto the edge of the sofa, with the wineglass in her hand. Knees aligned, she tugged at her skirt, clearing her throat again. She saw raindrops tracing lines down the windowpane. The room was strangely quiet.

“Today just happens to be your twentieth birthday, and on top of that you have brought me this wonderful warm meal,” the old man said, as if reconfirming the situation. Then he set his glass on the desktop with a little thump. “This has to be some kind of special convergence, don’t you think?”
Not quite convinced, she managed a nod.

“Which is why,” he said, touching the knot of his withered-leaf-colored necktie, “I feel it is important for me to give you a birthday present. A special birthday calls for a special commemorative gift.”

Flustered, she shook her head and said, “No, please, sir, don’t give it a second thought. All I did was bring your meal the way they ordered me to.”

The old man raised both hands, palms toward her. “No, miss, don’t you give it a second thought. The kind of ‘present’ I have in mind is not something tangible, not something with a price tag. To put it simply”–he placed his hands on the desk and took one long, slow breath–”what I would like to do for a lovely young fairy such as you is to grant a wish you might have, to make your wish come true. Anything. Anything at all that you wish for–assuming that you do have such a wish.”

“A wish?” she asked, her throat dry.

“Something you would like to have happen, miss. If you have a wish–one wish, I’ll make it come true. That is the kind of birthday present I can give you. But you had better think about it very carefully, because I can give you only one.” He raised one finger into the air. “Just one. You can’t change your mind afterward and take it back.”

She was at a loss for words. One wish? Whipped by the wind, raindrops tapped unevenly at the windowpane. As long as she remained silent, the old man looked into her eyes, saying nothing. Time marked its irregular pulse in her ears.

“I have to wish for something, and it will be granted?”

Instead of answering her question, the old man–hands still side-by-side on the desk–just smiled. He did it in the most natural and amiable way.

“Do you have a wish, miss–or not?” he asked gently.

“This really did happen,” she said, looking straight at me. “I’m not making it up.”

“Of course not,” I said. She was not the sort of person to invent some goofy story out of thin air. “So … did you make a wish?”

She went on looking at me for a while, then released a tiny sigh. “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I wasn’t taking him 100 percent seriously myself. I mean, at twenty you’re not exactly living in a fairy-tale world anymore. If this was his idea of a joke, though, I had to hand it to him for coming up with it on the spot.

He was a dapper old fellow with a twinkle in his eye, so I decided to play along with him. It was my twentieth birthday, after all: I figured I ought to have something not so ordinary happen to me that day. It wasn’t a question of believing or not believing.”

I nodded without saying anything.

“You can understand how I felt, I’m sure. My twentieth birthday was coming to an end with nothing special happening, nobody wishing me a happy birthday, and all I’m doing is carrying tortellini with anchovy sauce to people’s tables.”

I nodded again. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I understand.”

“So I made a wish.”

The old man kept his gaze fixed on her, saying nothing, hands still on the desk. Also on the desk were several thick folders that might have been account books, plus writing implements, a calendar, and a lamp with a green shade. Lying among them, his small hands looked like another set of desktop furnishings.

The rain continued to beat against the glass, the lights of Tokyo Tower filtering through the shattered drops.

The wrinkles on the old man’s forehead deepened slightly. “That is your wish?”

“Yes,” she said. “That is my wish.”

“A bit unusual for a girl your age,” he said. “I was expecting something different.”

“If it’s no good, I’ll wish for something else,” she said, clearing her throat. “I don’t mind. I’ll think of something else.”

“No no,” the old man said, raising his hands and waving them like flags. “There’s nothing wrong with it, not at all. It’s just a little surprising, miss. Don’t you have something else? Like, say, you want to be prettier, or smarter, or rich? You’re okay with not wishing for something like that–something an ordinary girl would ask for?”

She took some moments to search for the right words. The old man just waited, saying nothing, his hands at rest together on the desk again.

“Of course I’d like to be prettier or smarter or rich. But I really can’t imagine what would happen to me if any of those things came true. They might be more than I could handle. I still don’t really know what life is all about. I don’t know how it works.”

“I see,” the old man said, intertwining his fingers and separating them again. “I see.”

“So, is my wish okay?”

“Of course,” he said. “Of course. It’s no trouble at all for me.”

The old man suddenly fixed his eyes on a spot in the air. The wrinkles of his forehead deepened: they might have been the wrinkles of his brain itself as it concentrated on his thoughts. He seemed to be staring at something–perhaps all-but-invisible bits of down–floating in the air. He opened his arms wide, lifted himself slightly from his chair, and whipped his palms together with a dry smack. Settling in the chair again, he slowly ran his fingertips along the wrinkles of his brow as if to soften them, and then turned to her with a gentle smile.

“That did it,” he said. “Your wish has been granted.”

“Already?”

“Yes, it was no trouble at all. Your wish has been granted, lovely miss. Happy birthday. You may go back to work now. Don’t worry, I’ll put the cart in the hall.”

She took the elevator down to the restaurant. Empty-handed now, she felt almost disturbingly light, as though she were walking on some kind of mysterious fluff.

“Are you okay? You look spaced out,” the younger waiter said to her.

She gave him an ambiguous smile and shook her head. “Oh, really? No, I’m fine.”

“Tell me about the owner. What’s he like?”

“I dunno, I didn’t get a very good look at him,” she said, cutting the conversation short.

An hour later she went to bring the cart down. It was out in the hall, utensils in place. She lifted the lid to find the chicken and vegetables gone. The wine bottle and coffee carafe were empty. The door to room 604 stood there closed and expressionless. She stared at it for a time, feeling as though it might open at any moment, but it did not open. She brought the cart down on the elevator and wheeled it in to the dishwasher. The chef looked at the plate, empty as always, and nodded blankly.

“I never saw the owner again,” she said. “Not once. The manager turned out to have had just an ordinary stomachache and went back to delivering the owner’s meal again himself the next day. I quit the job after New Year’s, and I’ve never been back to the place. I don’t know, I just felt it was better not to go near there, kind of like a premonition.”

She toyed with a paper coaster, thinking her own thoughts. “Sometimes I get the feeling that everything that happened to me on my twentieth birthday was some kind of illusion. It’s as though something happened to make me think that things happened that never really happened. But I know for sure that they did happen. I can still bring back vivid images of every piece of furniture and every knickknack in room 604. What happened to me in there really happened, and it had an important meaning for me too.”

The two of us kept silent for a time, drinking our drinks and thinking our separate thoughts.

“Do you mind if I ask you one thing?” I asked. “Or, more precisely, two things.”

“Go right ahead,” she said. “I imagine you’re going to ask me what I wished for that time. That’s the first thing you’ll want to know.”

“But it looks as though you don’t want to talk about that.”

“Does it?”

I nodded.

She put the coaster down and narrowed her eyes as though staring at something off in the distance.

“You’re not supposed to tell anybody what you wished for, you know.”

“I’m not going to try to drag it out of you,” I said. “I would like to know whether or not it came true, though. And also–whatever the wish itself might have been–whether or not you later came to regret what it was you chose to wish for. Were you ever sorry you didn’t wish for something else?”

“The answer to the first question is yes and also no. I still have a lot of living left to do, probably. I haven’t seen how things are going to work out to the end.”

“So it was a wish that takes time to come true?”

“You could say that. Time is going to play an important role.”

“Like in cooking certain dishes?”

She nodded.

I thought about that for a moment, but the only thing that came to mind was the image of a gigantic pie cooking slowly in an oven at low heat.

“And the answer to my second question?”

“What was that again?”

“Whether you ever regretted having chosen what you wished for.”

A few moments of silence followed. The eyes she turned on me seemed to lack any depth. The desiccated shadow of a smile flickered at the corners of her mouth, giving me a kind of hushed sense of resignation.

“I’m married now,” she said. “To a CPA three years older than me. And I have two children, a boy and a girl. We have an Irish setter. I drive an Audi, and I play tennis with my girlfriends twice a week. That’s the life I’m living now.”

“Sounds pretty good to me,” I said.

“Even if the Audi’s bumper has two dents?”

“Hey, bumpers are made for denting.”

“That could be a great bumper sticker,” she said. “‘Bumpers are for denting.’”

I looked at her mouth when she said that.

“What I’m trying to tell you is this,” she said more softly, scratching an earlobe. It was a beautifully shaped earlobe. “No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That’s all.”

“There’s another good bumper sticker,” I said. “‘No matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves.’”

She laughed aloud, with a real show of pleasure, and the shadow was gone.

She rested her elbow on the bar and looked at me. “Tell me,” she said. “What would you have wished for if you had been in my position?”

“On the night of my twentieth birthday, you mean?”

“Uh-huh.”

I took some time to think about that, but I couldn’t come up with a single wish.

“I can’t think of anything,” I confessed. “I’m too far away now from my twentieth birthday.”

“You really can’t think of anything?”

I nodded.

“Not one thing?”

“Not one thing.”

She looked into my eyes again–straight in–and said, “That’s because you’ve already made your wish.”

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