Sometimes we are caught off guard, even when we think we might know someone or something. I’ve enjoyed everything I’ve read from author Haruki Murakami but none of these prior books really prepared me for Killing Commendatore.
This book starts off as an oddly pleasing story of a youngish person separating from his wife. The story moves along, Tokyo to the countryside, adding strange details about strange things but for some reason, it really works. I found myself enjoying the seemingly simple story until it suddenly wasn’t so simple.
I feel this book will resonate with artists and those with an open mind, perhaps VERY open. This was originally published in two volumes but I landed the single, the novel. Metaphor, idea, and the mindset of a painter dancing between commercial work and the unknown. I can’t reveal too much.
Get it, read it.