Kafka on the Shore features many of the same Murakami trademarks as The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: missing cats, parallel realities, Western music and popular culture, and elusive meaning. My reaction to the book was similar too; I was intrigued by the mysterious early chapters but ultimately lost track of what the story was trying to tell me.
All that was visible was the rear of the building next door. A shabby, miserable sort of building... the kind Charles Dickens cold spend ten pages describing. The clouds floating above the building were like hard clumps of dirt from a vacuum cleaner no one ever cleaned. Or maybe more like all the contradictions of the Third Industrial Revolution condensed and set afloat in the sky. Regardless, it was going to rain. (p 301)
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