A few days ago, The New Yorker published a short story by Haruki Murakami. Okay, actually it’s a piece of flash fiction - at 1,400 words, it’s slightly too short to be called a “short story.”
The story is about a young couple living in a strange place with their cat - how Murakamian! Plus, no one has a name and it’s brimming with nostalgia. In spite of all that, it is pleasantly original.
I shan’t spoil it any more suffice to say I loved the line, “Life can be simpler if you don’t have much money.” How true.
You can read “My Cheesecake-shaped Poverty” here.
Autobiographical I think!