Where to start?
Reviewing a book by Murakami is like describing the image in a Rorschach test. It’s crazy and messy; just a bunch of disconnected splats and dots… until you step back and see the underlying image. The thing is, that image is different for everybody.
Murakami’s writing is part detective novel, part existential exposition, and part magical realism. There’s a plot, and characters, and a setting, but they don’t always line up the way you think they should. Somehow, he manages to bring everything together at the end, but I’m left with the unshakable feeling of, “What the heck just happened?”
Trying to recount the experience isn’t going to tell you if you like this book, or Murakami’s writing in general. It’s a phenomenon you have to experience for yourself. So, if you’re in the mood for roundabout metaphors, thought-provoking dilemmas, and deeply descriptive prose, I recommend you strap in for the ride and let it take you away.