Having read three engagingly weird and surreal books by Haruki Murakami, I am eagerly waiting to get my hands on his soon to be released book in English. It is called “1Q84”. An excerpt was published in The New Yorker last month which you can find it here. Below is an excellent piece about the author by Sam Anderson in the New York Times Magazine:
I prepared for my first-ever trip to Japan, this summer, almost entirely by immersing myself in the work of Haruki Murakami. This turned out to be a horrible idea. Under the influence of Murakami, I arrived in Tokyo expecting Barcelona or Paris or Berlin — a cosmopolitan world capital whose straight-talking citizens were fluent not only in English but also in all the nooks and crannies of Western culture: jazz, theater, literature, sitcoms, film noir, opera, rock ’n’ roll. But this, as really anyone else in the world could have told you, is not what Japan is like at all. Japan — real, actual, visitable Japan — turned out to be intensely, inflexibly, unapologetically Japanese.
See my earlier post about Murakami here.