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July 17, 2007

'Practically everything I know about writing... I learned from music' — Haruki Murakami


That's from his extraordinary essay which appeared on the final page of the July 8, 2007 New York Times Book Review.

More: "Whether in music or in fiction, the most basic thing is rhythm."

Here's the essay.

    Jazz Messenger

    I never had any intention of becoming a novelist — at least not until I turned 29. This is absolutely true.

    I read a lot from the time I was a little kid, and I got so deeply into the worlds of the novels I was reading that it would be a lie if I said I never felt like writing anything. But I never believed I had the talent to write fiction. In my teens I loved writers like Dostoyevsky, Kafka and Balzac, but I never imagined I could write anything that would measure up to the works they left us. And so, at an early age, I simply gave up any hope of writing fiction. I would continue to read books as a hobby, I decided, and look elsewhere for a way to make a living.

    The professional area I settled on was music. I worked hard, saved my money, borrowed a lot from friends and relatives, and shortly after leaving the university I opened a little jazz club in Tokyo. We served coffee in the daytime and drinks at night. We also served a few simple dishes. We had records playing constantly, and young musicians performing live jazz on weekends. I kept this up for seven years. Why? For one simple reason: It enabled me to listen to jazz from morning to night.

    I had my first encounter with jazz in 1964 when I was 15. Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers performed in Kobe in January that year, and I got a ticket for a birthday present. This was the first time I really listened to jazz, and it bowled me over. I was thunderstruck. The band was just great: Wayne Shorter on tenor sax, Freddie Hubbard on trumpet, Curtis Fuller on trombone and Art Blakey in the lead with his solid, imaginative drumming. I think it was one of the strongest units in jazz history. I had never heard such amazing music, and I was hooked.

    A year ago in Boston I had dinner with the Panamanian jazz pianist Danilo Pérez, and when I told him this story, he pulled out his cellphone and asked me, “Would you like to talk to Wayne, Haruki?” “Of course,” I said, practically at a loss for words. He called Wayne Shorter in Florida and handed me the phone. Basically what I said to him was that I had never heard such amazing music before or since. Life is so strange, you never know what’s going to happen. Here I was, 42 years later, writing novels, living in Boston and talking to Wayne Shorter on a cellphone. I never could have imagined it.

    When I turned 29, all of a sudden out of nowhere I got this feeling that I wanted to write a novel — that I could do it. I couldn’t write anything that measured up to Dostoyevsky or Balzac, of course, but I told myself it didn’t matter. I didn’t have to become a literary giant. Still, I had no idea how to go about writing a novel or what to write about. I had absolutely no experience, after all, and no ready-made style at my disposal. I didn’t know anyone who could teach me how to do it, or even friends I could talk with about literature. My only thought at that point was how wonderful it would be if I could write like playing an instrument.

    I had practiced the piano as a kid, and I could read enough music to pick out a simple melody, but I didn’t have the kind of technique it takes to become a professional musician. Inside my head, though, I did often feel as though something like my own music was swirling around in a rich, strong surge. I wondered if it might be possible for me to transfer that music into writing. That was how my style got started.

    Whether in music or in fiction, the most basic thing is rhythm. Your style needs to have good, natural, steady rhythm, or people won’t keep reading your work. I learned the importance of rhythm from music — and mainly from jazz. Next comes melody — which, in literature, means the appropriate arrangement of the words to match the rhythm. If the way the words fit the rhythm is smooth and beautiful, you can’t ask for anything more. Next is harmony — the internal mental sounds that support the words. Then comes the part I like best: free improvisation. Through some special channel, the story comes welling out freely from inside. All I have to do is get into the flow. Finally comes what may be the most important thing: that high you experience upon completing a work — upon ending your “performance” and feeling you have succeeded in reaching a place that is new and meaningful. And if all goes well, you get to share that sense of elevation with your readers (your audience). That is a marvelous culmination that can be achieved in no other way.

    Practically everything I know about writing, then, I learned from music. It may sound paradoxical to say so, but if I had not been so obsessed with music, I might not have become a novelist. Even now, almost 30 years later, I continue to learn a great deal about writing from good music. My style is as deeply influenced by Charlie Parker’s repeated freewheeling riffs, say, as by F. Scott Fitzgerald’s elegantly flowing prose. And I still take the quality of continual self-renewal in Miles Davis’s music as a literary model.

    One of my all-time favorite jazz pianists is Thelonious Monk. Once, when someone asked him how he managed to get a certain special sound out of the piano, Monk pointed to the keyboard and said: “It can’t be any new note. When you look at the keyboard, all the notes are there already. But if you mean a note enough, it will sound different. You got to pick the notes you really mean!”

    I often recall these words when I am writing, and I think to myself, “It’s true. There aren’t any new words. Our job is to give new meanings and special overtones to absolutely ordinary words.” I find the thought reassuring. It means that vast, unknown stretches still lie before us, fertile territories just waiting for us to cultivate them.


This essay was translated by Jay Rubin.

The caption of the photo up top, which accompanied the Times essay, reads, "Haruki Murakami at his jazz bar, Peter Cat, in Sendagaya, Tokyo, 1978."

Haruki Murakami’s most recent book is a novel, "After Dark".

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This is a good example of how Hawkins' style changed -- the same tune, recorded 27 years later. He was at his peak when the earlier one was recorded, but the '67 version still illustrates the article.


Posted by: Flautist | Jul 19, 2007 9:46:35 PM

Excellent article. I have always thought of jazz as dialogue. I like and listen to all eras of jazz, present included, but the one that illustrates this best to me, and I think to people who might not be too familiar with jazz, is the 30's and 40's. (I'm not necessarily talking about swing, either. Although there's nothing wrong with swing. The actual thing, not ersatz "swing.")

Check out this hugely famous solo, considered one of THE all-time classics, by Coleman Hawkins, recorded in 1940 --


(Click on "Body and Soul" halfway down the text.)

The sound quality isn't too hot (with better quality you can clearly hear the breathing in between phrases) and sometimes people not familiar with the era rankle at the exaggerated vibrato and arpeggio-like style. But it has paragraphs and sentences and that essential thythm that's described in the article.

Hawkins' style changed a good bit as time passed (although a lot of people say he never really "got" bop), and when he was complimented on his very earliest recordings (which several of my friends say sound like "old cartoon music" [but really brilliant cartoon music]), he's quoted as saying "what do you want to listen to that shit for?" But he always got the dialogue in the music, whatever he was playing.

Posted by: Flautist | Jul 19, 2007 1:48:17 PM

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