This is another Murakami novel, and although I liked Hardboiled Wonderland, I’m appreciating this one even more. It is full of descriptions which continually edge up against the banal, and then slide past your expectations and go to a place entirely new.
There’s a picture of Murakami on the back cover. He’s in his late fifties, and he has a face that makes you think, “A sense of humour, a sense of wonder, a sense for the rhythm of things.”
