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First Encounters: Murakami

I first encounter Murakami in a stylish, urban cafe in Denver called Pablo’s. It’s the kind of place Murakami would like, would write about, would sit an unnamed thirty-year-old male protagonist in. At this point, he’s just a book being read by an off-shift barista who is about to ask if I’m familiar with Murakami. […]