距今30年以前,是在我成为小说家之前,不如说,是在我脑袋里毫无写小说念头的时代发生的事。那是真人真事。我那时在东京国分寺市的车站南口一幢小楼的地下室里经营着一家爵士酒吧,面积约15坪(约50平方米),一隅放着立式钢琴,周末常常举行现场演奏会。我欠了一身的债,工作又辛苦,但老实说,这些都不在话下。我才二十五六岁,只要愿意干,再怎样也不觉得累,更不以贫穷为苦。从早到晚工作时可以尽情地听自己喜欢的音乐,仅此一点便觉得足够幸福了。 Thirty years ago, before I became a novelist, I was saying something that happened in an era when there was no thought in my head. That’s a real life story. At that time, I operated a jazz bar in the basement of a small building south of the station of Kokubunji City, Tokyo. It was about 15 tsubos (about 50 square meters) with vertical pianos in the corner and live concerts on weekends. I owed a debt, hard work, but to be honest, these are not to mention. I was only twenty-five and sixteen years old, so long as I was willing to do it, I would not feel tired or worse than poverty. When you work from morning till night, you can listen to your favorite music, just enough to feel happy.