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村上春树和他想象世界 　　Murakami’s career as a writer began in classic Murakami style： Out of nowhere， in the most ordinary setting， a mystical truth suddenly descended upon him and changed his life forever. 　　Murakami， age 29， was sitting in the outfield at his local baseball stadium， drinking a beer， when an American batter hit a double. It was a normal-enough play， but as the ball flew through the air， an epiphany struck Murakami. He realized， suddenly， that he could write a novel. After the game， he went to a bookstore， bought a pen and some paper and over the next couple of months produced Hear the Wind Sing， a short， simple tale of a nameless 21-year-old narrator， his friend called Rat and a four-fingered woman. Nothing much happens， but the Murakami voice is there from the start： a strange mixture of ennui and exoticism. 　　Murakami submitted Hear the Wind Sing for a prestigious new writers’ prize and won. After another year and another novel， Murakami sold his jazz club in order to devote himself， full time， to writing. 　　For 30 years now， he has lived a monkishly regimented life， each facet of which has been precisely engineered to help him produce his work. He runs or swims long distances almost every day， eats a healthful diet， goes to bed around 9 p.m. and wakes up， without an alarm， around 4 a.m.， at which point he goes straight to his desk for five to six hours of concentrated writing. 　　“Concentration is one of the happiest things in my ife，” he said. “If you cannot concentrate， you are not so happy. I’m not a fast thinker， but once I am interested in something， I am doing it for many years. I don’t get bored.I’m kind of a big kettle. It takes time to get boiled， but then I’m always hot.” 　　Murakami’s fiction has a special way of leaking into reality. He often hears from readers who have discovered his inventions in the real world： a restaurant or a shop that he thought he made up， they report， actually exists in Tokyo. After publishing 1Q84， Murakami received a