My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I love Haruki Murakami.
I love the way he is able to transport his readers to the exact place he’s describing. How he can weave tales which seem utterly outlandish and yet entirely plausible. How he can create emotions, particularly those of longing and loss and a sense of wanting, simply through his characters’ thoughts and actions.
For each of these stories describing Men Without Women, I’d like more. I’d like to know what happens next to each of them.
More than anything, I’m reminded once again why Murakami is amongst my most favourite authors. Thank you once again, Maestro. You are a genre unto yourself.