A magical work, universal and timeless

Roman initiatory drawers, full of gentle melancholy customary breath to the world of Murakami. A reflection on the descent, the memory, the transition to adulthood, the fulfillment of the earthly journey, the healing of wounds of the soul ... and more.
The author opens the richness of his dream world with a power that I had not yet met in The race for wild sheep, Dance, dance, dance, End of Days, The passage of the night; it makes us grace to proceed by sufficiently delicate and subtle touches, so we can make ours the story in our own sensibility. No doubt every reader can he read there a different work, in agreement with his inner world and its history.
I was particularly sensitive to the humorous touch instilled by the truck driver accompanying Nakata and, of course, by cats!