keen to meet her love and croon endearments she packs needles.
The Other Murakami Ryu's work, unlike Haruki's, is not generally described with adjectives like lyrical and epic. Try more like lurid and nightmarish. The kind that make you want to stop reading but grotesquely carry on reading. I picked up In the Miso Soup for a quick read at Kinokuniya as a filler before I... Continue Reading →