Monday, February 21, 2005


Today will perhaps yield a normative adjustment after the Nipponese flourish. Murakami is such a distinctive voice. The territory achieved in Kafka on the Shore is remarkable and yet as ethereal as an unexpected breeze.

The need to read continuously was a test of capacity, I suppose. My dreams appeared blunted as if the Master had compromised my own imagination by sharing his grand pallette.


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