The more one reads of Murakami, the odder this becomes. Initially it can seem like a simple bad case of name-dropping, but there is an obsessiveness about it which has its own energy. Like Don DeLillo, Murakami is a writer whose characters often act out of character, functioning as voicepieces for the author's own passions; but unlike DeLillo, whose passions are homegrown, Murakami is forever looking elsewhere. He writes around his country as if he means to cut a hole the size of Japan in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.The anticipation is unbearable!
The Guardian may be the first review I've seen, but the Australians were much quicker.
Gah! Barely past twenty-five and already becoming forgetful. I posted another review ages ago!