Kafka on the Shore [review]

We have an experience that transforms something inside us. When we examine ourselves later on, we discover that all the standards we've lived by have shot up another notch and the world's opened up in unexpected ways. Yes, I've had that experience. Not often, but it has happened. It's like falling in love.

This is a dreamlike book, written with the kind of crisp clarity the world has after a rain. What I remember most about the book is the extent it reveals Haruki Murakami's love and understanding of literature, philosophy and music, and how much I identify with his experience of these foundational elements of my own life. But the story itself is beautiful - in the way that loss is quietly, transcendentally beautiful. This was the first Murakami I read, and bodes well for further forays into his ouevre.