When I read - "Hear the Wind Sing"

It was one fine afternoon, while enjoying a game of baseball, that Marukami decided to he wanted to be writer and started work on his literary work. The work ended up in the form of the “Hear the Wind Sing”. In Japanese of course.

For some strange reason (which I believe strongly is related to brand marketing),English translation of this novel is not available outside the Japan.Partly due to the bibliomanical tendencies that has been coming in lately and partly due to the aim to have a collectable ,I ended buying the novel online directly from Japan.

“Hear the Wind Sing” is not a novel. With just around 120 pages in a pocket-sized, at four by six inches book, the book can only be categorized as novella.

Like all other Marukami book, even this one has a male ,20 something drifter as the chief protagonist.
A Biology graduate waiting for the summer term to end. Novella is a trip through 18 days pf his life. With a mostly first person P.O.V, the novella takes us though 18 days of the protagonist life with couple of his friends and three ladies in his life.

The novel start of with “…There’s no such thing as perfect writing. Just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair “and then he go on with a monologue on his views on writing all of ,which I believe will be the only thing from the novel that will stay with me novel few months down the line.

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"....What I can set down here in writing only amounts to a catalog. Not a novel,not literature,not even art. Just a notebook with a line ruled down the center.And maybe a lesson or two in it somewhere.
If it's art or literature you are looking for,you'd do well to read what the Greeks wrote.In order for there to be true art,there necessarily has to be slavery.Thats how it was with the ancient Greeks:while the slaves worked the fields,prepared the meals,and rowed the ships,the citizens would bask beneath the Mediterranean sun,rapt in poetical composition or engaged in their mathematics.That's how it is with heart.
Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.
and that includes me.
Those people digging around in the refrigerator at 3am, those are the only people I can write for...."