And so our little literary game continues. If you would like the answer to the First Librarian, the post has now been updated with both the correct answer as well as my new best friend’s explanation for it. Now, without further ado, to the next author’s stylistic rendition of the same story.
The Librarian of Forgotten Sundays
The library was always empty on Sundays. Or perhaps it was only empty for me.
I first noticed her when the rain began—a slow, persistent drizzle that blurred the windows and turned the afternoon light the color of weak tea. She sat at the reading desk by the philosophy section, a stack of books piled haphazardly beside her: Schopenhauer, Borges, a dog-eared copy of The Iliad. Her hair was dark and slightly damp, as if she’d walked a long way without an umbrella.
I don’t know why I spoke to her. Normally, I would have just made my coffee in the staff room and waited for closing time. But something about the way she turned the pages—slowly, deliberately, as if deciphering a code—made me ask:
“Do you need help finding anything?”
She looked up. Her eyes were like two wells leading somewhere deep and unseen.
“No,” she said. “I’m waiting for someone.”
“On a Sunday?”
“Especially on a Sunday.”
She pushed a book toward me. The Interpretation of Dreams, in German. Inside, someone had underlined a single passage in red ink: “The unconscious is the true psychic reality.”
“Did you mark this?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “You did.”
And then I remembered. The dream. The staircase leading down into darkness. The sound of a piano playing an old Ray Charles song in reverse.
“I think you’re mistaken,” I said.
She smiled faintly. “Am I?”
Outside, the rain grew heavier. Somewhere in the library, a phone began to ring. No one answered.
If you know, you know. Also, rely upon your own resources. Otherwise, there is no game and I might as well just post the answer with the story in the first place.
UPDATE: Most of those playing got this one. It is in the style of Haruki Murakami.
Why This is Murakami-esque
- Ambiguous Melancholy:
- The unnamed narrator, the quiet rain, the unresolved tension—classic Murakami atmosphere (Kafka on the Shore, Norwegian Wood).
- Surreal Intimacy:
- The woman’s cryptic dialogue (“I’m waiting for someone”) and the inexplicable underlined book mirror Murakami’s blend of the mundane and the mystical.
- Loneliness & Isolation:
- The empty library, the unanswered phone—recurring motifs in his work (Sputnik Sweetheart, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki).
- Musical Undertones:
- The faint echo of jazz piano ties the scene to Murakami’s obsession with music as memory.
- Unanswered Questions:
- Who is the woman? Why does the narrator remember something he shouldn’t? Murakami never spells it out—he lets the mystery linger.
Bonus Murakami Touches
- Coffee: The narrator’s reflexive urge to make it.
- Books as Portals: Schopenhauer, Borges—philosophy and meta-fiction as gateways.
- Urban Solitude: The library as a liminal space, like After Dark’s Denny’s.