jackie's review
The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami
I remembered that I cried at the end. And then it was foremost in my mind when I finished Herzog recently, the tale of a man losing a his wife, told with a millionth of the fragility; and absolutely none of the careful adoration for feminine mystique Murakami impresses upon his readers. His ability to write about the complex unraveling of individual pain and alternate realities sans pedantic narcissism is remarkable.
