... “According to Chekhov,” Tamaru said, rising from his chair, “once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired.” “Meaning what?” “Tamaru stood facing Aomame directly. He was only an inch or two taller than she was. “Meaning don’t bring unnecessary props into a story. If a pistol appears, it has to be fired at some point. Chekhov liked to write stories that did away with useless ornamentation.” Aomame straightened the sleeves of her dress and slung her bag over her shoulder. “And that worries you — if a pistol comes onto the scene, it’s sure to be fired at some point.” “In Chekhov’s view, yes.” “So you’re thinking you’d rather not hand me a pistol.” “They’re dangerous. And illegal. And Chekhov is a writer you can trust.” “But this is not a story. We’re talking about the real world.” Tamaru narrowed his eyes and looked hard at Aomame. Then, slowly opening his mouth, he said, “Who knows?” ... _1Q84_ Haruki Murakami Cant wait for reading the 3rd part anymore :((((
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