Today — Saturday — my friend and his son came over for lunch. We ventured up Beamish Street to the Happy Chef Seafood Noodles Restaurant where I ate a delicious bowl of prawn and chicken laksa and some fried dim sims. I chatted with the guy who served us, who told me he'd be driving down to the New Year celebrations in Chinatown tonight, where there will be a dragon and other festivities on show. The article in the paper when I got back said it was the largest Chinese New Year celebration in the world outside of China.
On the way back I stopped off at the newsagents to buy the papers (The Sydney Morning Herald and The Australian Saturday editions, which contain arts supplements), and a bottle of milk.
I noticed a cutline at the top of the front page of The Australian showing a photograph of J.M. Coetzee. When I returned home, found this article on their Web site.
It's an intensely technical article that will be hard for some to follow. For me, not knowing German, it was sometimes difficult to follow his nuances. The article will be published later this year in a book entitled Translation and the Classic.
My friend went off to surf and karate taking with him two items by Murakami from my library: After the Quake (2000) and Dance, Dance, Dance (1988).