On page 158 of 925 pages. An intrigue, reading 1Q84, with it's beginning soundtrack of Janacek's Sinfonietta, written in 1926. Of course I had to go to itunes and download the music, which bridges the images so well. I have never read Murakami before, but knew about him, certainly. It's clear. The reader always knows where the character is, whether you like what he or she is doing or not, you know what they are doing. 1Q84 is a word bridge and a sign post to the bizarre quick-slow world we all now live in.
The writer does that Hemingway thing. He hooks you and reels you in.
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