Murakami’s meticulous method of developing characters is reminiscent of the quiet and precious intimacy I feel when people-watching on public transportation. And then there’s May Kasahara, the scrawny teenage neighbor who’s often found sunbathing in her backyard. There is Cinnamon, the secret agent with a knack for cleanliness who, one day, never uttered a single word again. There is Malta Kano, the clairvoyant with the solemn voice and the red vinyl hat. The novel is composed of a trillion tiny pieces-most of which are carefully crafted to fit together-and the sum total of the pieces is an exquisite, albeit an incomplete, tapestry.īy the first two pages, I was entranced by the mastery with which Murakami conveys each of the characters in The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. If I attempted to summarize Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle to you, it would be as though I had plopped the pieces of an entire Liberty jigsaw puzzle in your lap.
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