One of the things I hate the most is being laughed at for being dumb, but I can’t help but laugh along with those of you who’ve read Murakami and have noted my comments so far about his unmetaphorical writing style.
Johnnie Walker killing cats and saving their heads in a freezer?
No, I haven’t come to any real conclusions about it yet, but I’m beginning to see the depth in Murakami’s novel that I pleasantly passed over until now. There’s wonderful story here, but there’s more, much more.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology