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The Running Novelist | The New Yorker

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If I wanted to have a long life as a writer, I needed to find a way to stay in shape.

Save this story Save this story Illustration by Jaime Hernandez A long time has passed since I started running on an everyday basis. Specifically, it was the fall of 1982. I was thirty-three then. Not long before that, I was the owner of a small jazz club in Tokyo, near Sendagaya Station. Soon after leaving college—I’d been so busy with side jobs that I was actually a few credits short of graduating and was still officially a student—I had opened a little club near the south entrance of Kokubunji Station. The club had stayed there for about three years; then, when the building it was in closed

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