“CONFESSIONS OF A SHINAGAWA MONKEY” from FIRST PERSON SINGULAR: STORIES, HARUKI MURAKAMI
i read this collection of murakami stories not too long ago, and while they all capture sentiments of love and loss, childhood and aging, the great ends of the arcs of our lives, this one story in particular stuck with me. the narrator goes to a hot spring and meets a monkey by the water and they end up having a rather remarkable series of exchanges, including some nice cold beers. presumably the narrator has gone to this hot spring to seek relief, freedom, or peace of some kind from the chaos of the world around, and in this meditative and liminal space there comes something so fantastic that it does not disrupt the peace but saturates it completely, enchants him even. the narrator’s balance of awe and openness makes for a fantastic and timeless encounter, and a revelatory reflection later in life. from this i take that messages we are open to and also need to receive come from peculiar places, and surpassing the doubt of the extraordinary, allowing an enchantment to guide, can bring on a type of revelation. an encounter itself may be the lesson to decode.
-sum