I have not been reading much murakami recently. In fact I have not been reading much

On the flight between HK and Toronto, I played and replayed burning. Replaying because I couldn’t resist this feeling that I had missed something important

Reading murakami can feel like waiting for the sun to set and this film evokes the same. “Gradually then suddenly”

Ben Sachs: “Yet in failing to bring the story to a satisfying conclusion, he manages to articulate the gnawing dissatisfaction that underlies much of Murakami’s writing”