Classic Murakami. Hilarious, poignant and profound, sometimes by turns and sometimes all at once.

Like most of his books, I could reread it over and over again. I love his deliciously simple descriptions of the ordinary, I love his unexpectedly perfect metaphors, I love the way he sets up very ordinary characters and settings and then throws you a curve-ball of utter absurdity. Somehow, instead of stretching your credulity, it serves only to highlight the essentially weird and wonderful nature of the universe.


My favorite one from this book: "Far off, someone was practicing piano. It sounded like tripping down an up escalator."