A wonderful read. Although I didn’t like the main character, Toru, all too much, the poetry of the prose and the dream-like pace captured me. His sentences are divine. Here are some simple ones I wrote down:
The ragged end of the last word she spoke seemed to float in the air where it had been torn off.
The moonlight splashed the walls in a touch of diluted India ink.
A heavy pall hung over the forest as if all the animals were holding their breath.
And my favourite:
The sky was a fresh-swept blue, with only a trace of white cloud clinging onto the dome of heaven like a thin streak of test paint.
Oh Murakami – how you humble me with your skill. 🙂