I found myself disliking this book in the beginning because it was much neater and more tightly structured than any other Murakami before. Then I got to the place in the story which gives the structure meaning, and I breathed a small sigh of relief. More controlled structure aside, IQ84 has the wonderful smorgasbord of craziness that is classic Murakami: two lovers try to find each other in an alternate world, which one of them is writing about; the other lover is a professional killer; there’s a dowager and a religious cult; the cult leader’s daughter is a perceiver; plus there’s a stake-out and a fascinating TV fee-collector who epitomizes spiritual unrest. And throughout it all, Murakami masterfully manages to weave in theories and philosophies about writing, itself.
Gwenamon says: Fantastic