“No one seemed to know the club’s address—not Murakami’s translator, Jay Rubin, nor the fan who runs Haruki Murakami Stuff. After comparing Google’s map of central Tokyo with a satellite shot from a Japanese website, I switched to street view and scanned block by block, searching for the corner building depicted in a photo I’d seen on the blog A Geek in Japan and checking off intersections on a hand-drawn map as I went. Finally, there it was: a drab three-story cement building. Outside, a first-floor, a restaurant had set up a sampuru display of plastic foods. Above it, an orange banner advertised dining cafe.”
Murakami’s new backlist design uses the circle as a central motif and the palette is limited to red, black and off-white. This creates a strong and consistent identity for the set.
Murakami’s work has a sense that something has been lost or hidden, what is real and what is not. To match this playfulness for the covers, we commissioned Noma Bar, a talented Israeli-born and London-based illustrator. His powerful graphic illustrations cleverly utilise negative space concealing secondary images and illusions. Noma’s illustrations were screenprinted by hand to give them a personal and softer edge.
Noma Bar is represented by Dutch Uncle and can be found here.
Covers Illustrated by Noma Bar (except Birthday Stories and Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman).
“Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there - to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.”
“It’s about how love always comes to an end. We can only hope that we’ll get really close to someone, but it won’t last forever. That’s what you think about when you meet someone for the first time. We have this beautiful thing one day, but we can lose it all in one day too. It sounds really sad, but it’s also beautiful. The book doesn’t sugarcoat the truth and everyone can relate to it.”
“In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumrie fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains-flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits.”