Reading Murakami is very much like watching the ocean waves wash one over the other as they ebb and flow. One wave breaks over the other, never daunted, never rushed, always in a peaceful rhythm. Each outgoing wave offering a metaphysical question and waiting patiently for the returning answer that never seems to arrive…
I don’t know what it is about Haruki’s prose but I have an overwhelming need to “live” in the worlds he crafts. They are seriously twisted environments but they offer a peace and a harmonic resonance that just sings to one’s soul.
Devlin