First book I read in a long time and it was perfect for where I am at in my life. the writing was so beautiful and understated (maybe? not sure I don’t read that much) and the characters were so vibrant and unbelievable in the most mundane way (good thing)
It’s like sinking into a warm water-like substance that you can breathe? If you like audio books, or as I call them, audio cassettes that I listen to on my Walkman ™️, his are the greatest. read his piece about his teeshirt collection https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/09/27/an-accidental-collection
the back of the book says it’s about a guy in his late 30s reminiscing on his first love in the late 60s- early 70s but it’s about so much more than that. murakami could write about paint drying and he’d find a way to make it poetic. it brings me comfort that people half a century ago felt the way i do now. murakami is infamous for horribly written women tho, so be forewarned. there’s also a movie if reading isn’t your thing but ive never seen it so i can’t speak to its quality