It's one of the best reviews of this latest work by the Japanese master that I've read. I think. There have been a lot of them in the past month or so. As there should be: it's a publishing event in a major key.
Inconclusive, bewildering and totally engaging, the whodunit survives in Murakami's work as a tired framework to be purged of its contents and refilled with ironic, metaphysical, quixotic mysteries: hard-boiled narratives for the postmodern set.
And:
True, penetrating anxiety ... rumbles beneath many of the stories like a dormant volcano; just because Murakami never names names doesn't mean the murderer isn't ready to pounce.
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