I've been living inside the pocket of this novel for a month now and just tonight came out for air. In-between I read others, visited other worlds and somehow they all connect back to this one in a weird neurological way. While reading 'The left hand of darkness' by LeGuin it was like I lived in all the worlds at once, it was winter on a distant planet, just like in the real world. Now spring is here and I am done. I dreamed last night of trains and subways and lost tickets and buying things I didn't need and missing all connections between the symbol and the reality, mixing them up.I think my dreams are more colourful thanks to Mr Murakami.
Oh about the book: First confusing, but just keep going back for sips and it will sweep you away, and leave you clean but cluttered like a beach :-D
