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Simply worded but fantastically imaginative, Murakami creates the duel existence of two worlds: hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world. Finding himself suddenly riped from his normal existence and swept along into a bizarre course of events that he'd previously not drempy could even happen, our protagonist tries to make sense of everything going on around him. It's hard when your brain has been spilt in two, there are INKlings and Semiotecs trying to get you all the time and a scientist with an unhealthy interest in you keeps turning sound off. All you want is a good whiskey and to listen to some Dylan, but it seems to be too much to ask.
Questioning the nature of self and existence while putting forward some fairly wild ideas of where science could take us, the novel creates a contemporary Tokyo which we can recognise as any western city. But it's the underground world and emotional exploration where the novel really takes place, narrative winding apparently blindly around all the obsticles that appear to be in the way of us getting back to normal life, a good sleep and a change of clothes. I'm totally converted to Murakami's page turning greatness.
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