"It was a me outside of me... it was me in a form that shouldn't have been me!"

What is the atmosphere like? In what way Murakami describes the mood of the setting…

In Added by Katrina Kocialkowska, Haruki Murakami, The Mirror on March 11, 2011 at 12:05 am

IN THE SHORT STORY CALLED “THE MIRROR” – MURAKAMI IS USING VARIOUS TYPES OF LIGHT, ELEMENTS OF NATURE AND SOUND TO DESCRIBE THE AMBIENCE OF THE PLACE AND HIS CHARACTER’S EMOTIONS:

“It was a miserable night. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the air was growing increasingly damp


The pool gate kept banging open and shut like a lunatic bobbing and shaking his head senselessly. It was totally irregular: yes, yes, no, yes, no, no, no… like that…

I know that’s a really odd way to put it, but at the time that’s what it felt like… The last checkpoint was the boiler room, next to the cafeteria, on the far east side of the school. Unfortunately, the janitor’s room was on the far west side of the school. As a result, I had to walk the whole length of the first floor corridor on my way back to the janitor’s room. Naturally, it was pitch black. When the moon was out, a little light penetrated into the hallway, but if not, you couldn’t see a thing. I’d make my way back shining the flashlight right in front of me. Since there was a typhoon close by that night, naturally the moon wasn’t out. Every once in a while there would be a flash of lightning, and then darkness once again.


‘What the…?!?.’ It was like I could make out a figure in the darkness. Just out of the corner of my eye. I fixed my grip on the sword, and turned in that direction. In a heartbeat, I trained the beam of my flashlight there. It was a spot on the wall next to the shoe rack.
And there I was. That is to say–it was a mirror. There was nothing there except my own image reflecting back at me. The mirror must have just been installed, and hadn’t been there the day before. That’s why it had caught me off guard. I felt immensely relieved and totally stupid all at once. You dumbshit, I thought to myself. Still standing in front of the mirror, I set the flashlight down, fished a cigarette out of my pocket, and lit it. I had a smoke staring at myself in the mirror. A tiny bit of light from a street lamp came in through the window, and that light reached the mirror. The clanging sound of the pool gate could be heard coming from behind me…

But at that time, the only thing I understood for certain was that the person staring back at me hated me from the very depths of his soul. It was a hatred like a dark iceberg, a hatred that no one could cure. That was the only thing I could understand.”

The comparison of the Reflection’s soul to an Iceberg

Hatred (or hate) is a deep and emotional extreme dislike, directed against a certain object or class of objects.

Self-hatredself-loathing, also sometimes autophobia refers to an extreme dislike of oneself, or being angry at oneself.

What is a Typhoon?

typhoon is a tropical cyclone  that develops in the northwestern part of the Pacific Ocean  between 180 and 100 E. For organizational purposes, the northern Pacific Ocean is divided into three regions: the eastern (North America to ), central (140°W to 180°), and western (180° to 100°E). A Pacific typhoon, then, is a tropical cyclone in the northern Pacific Ocean west of 180°. Identical phenomena in the eastern north Pacific are called hurricanes, with tropical cyclones moving into the Western Pacific re-designated as typhoons. The Regional Specialized Meteorological Center for tropical cyclone forecasts is in Japan, with other tropical cyclone warning centers for the northwest Pacific in Honolulu (the Joint Typhoon Warning Center), the Philippines, and Hong Kong.( www.wikipedia.org)

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