This is vintage Murakami. Weirdness abounds.For most of the time nothing happens, except inside the narrator's mind. And yet the descriptions of how he passes the time are quite riveting-partly because of the languid and quietly humorous style of the narrator. While nothing is happening, he becomes entangled with the (now expected) collection of surreal things: a psychic 13 year old whose mother regularly forgets her existence, the mysterious Sheep Man, a one-armed poet, and a now-famous friend from his school days. Somehow these people are connected to a vanished prostitute with the most beautiful ears.....alternate realities, dreams and friendship keep cropping up. Murakami, you rock.