I enjoy Murakami's work. I mean, I don't have the consuming adulation for him that some do -- I certainly think that he's written some weak novels -- but I think that, when he's good, he's brilliant.
And casually brilliant, at that. He uses a device of juxtaposing historical context with offhand observations, like "The last time I'd slept with a fat female was the year of the Japanese Red Army shoot-out in Karuizawa." It's honestly one of my favorite lines in his oeuvre. That's why I searched for it, and that's how I found a page explaining that Murakami cut it from later editions of that book
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I mean, that's Lucas-level chicanery. Go home Murakami, you are drunk.