I read this book a while back, but I never managed to post about it.
I liked it a lot. Similar to 1Q84, there was world-bending and a magical
substructure to daily life, but I enjoyed the characters’ journeys and the
beautiful descriptions of rural Japan. If ever I make it there, I truly hope to
be able experience the fields and forests of the more-remote islands.
Having looked through the notes I marked, I’m really in awe of the quality
sentence construction expressed in the annotated lines. In particular, I’m
really picking up on the theme of that sometimes things bear a name that
doesn’t change, but they are, in definite ways, something entirely than they
were previously. Take a look at Murakami’s thoughts, recalling Heraclitus,
about things being new, all the time, in the illusion of the “present moment.”