This book of Murakami is a strangely written book. I sense that the translation isn't as subtle; it might make a brilliant read in Japanese. Alas! I cannot do that!
That apart, the stories that come in the book, one after the other, give a modern view of Japan and how the identity of Japan is diluting ever so gently at the periphery, in the living rooms, in far-off woods and all over :)
You will get a sense of stilted relationships in each narrative. That seems to stem from the identity or lack thereof - a kind of 'spiritual emptiness' describes characters! It almost seems like a pointless book, but then why should there always be a point with a book :). It slowly grows on us. After his "Norwegian Woods", this seems distant. And I am glad it does, plainly because Murakami-san shows events, builds them into a strange tone and makes you walk with him. There is no Marquez kind of quality, but Murakami has a distinct voice! Overall, read it and you would know.
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