The death of the commander - I

The novel "The Kill of the Commander" by Haruki Murakami has been published in two parts in Arabic, each sold separately. The first part is titled "An Idea Appears," and the second part is titled "A Metaphor Turns." The novel is considered one of Murakami's earliest works translated directly from Japanese into Arabic, not through an intermediate language. The book was translated by Maysara Afifi and published by Dar Al-Adab as part of a collection of translated works that includes Murakami's latest writings. A brief about "The Kill of the Commander" A skilled artist capable of capturing the hidden secrets behind the faces of the people he draws. A confusing painting created by a great artist, found after decades in a house shed. A tremor in a forest surrounded by eccentric neighbors. And a bell with a majestic and mournful chime that slips between the trees of the forest at the heart of the night. A novel about the constructive power of art and the destructive power of violence; about the ability to turn our fragility into gold, no matter how dark our days seem. As usual, Murakami fascinates us with his revelation of the supernatural within us amid our monotony, discovering magic in the details of our daily lives. Murakami's usual heroes are people who feel lonely, live in isolation, and lack any notable social life, which perhaps makes the bizarre events he arranges for them astonishing and surprising. And no matter how often themes of intertwined times, talking animals, or even jazz music recur in his novels, the Japanese genius manages each time to captivate his readers with his distinctive style and unique plots. They said about the book "The Kill of the Commander" As usual, Murakami fascinates us with his revelation of the supernatural within us amid our monotony, discovering magic in the details of our daily lives. The Guardian In "The Kill of the Commander," Murakami's genius moves beautifully between reality and hallucination. Der Spiegel Quotes from the novel "The Kill of the Commander" I thought, while looking at myself in the mirror, to try to draw a portrait of myself. And if I succeeded, which part of myself would I draw? Do I harbor feelings of affection, even slight, toward myself? Would I find even a mere glimmer shining somehow? It seems that the world is becoming a more miserable and exhausting place with each passing year. There are events in history better left in the darkness. It is not necessarily true that correct information enriches a person. And it is not necessarily true that an objective view surpasses a personal view. And it is not necessarily true that facts dispel illusions.