This book was a completely engrossing read, and was way weirder than I expected it to be. Although I enjoyed every minute reading, I was unsettled by how many plot threads were left unfinished, and how the rules of Murakami’s magical world were never explained in any internally-coherent way. Maybe that’s my limitation as a reader.
I’ve often talked about how foreign movies are usually obviously foreign, and in that respect, Wild Sheep Chase was an obviously foreign book. It’s depressing because I spend a lot of time consuming domestic media and the foreign media I consume is clearly of a higher caliber. I am consoled by telling myself that the foreign media that filters into the US is the best of the best, at least that’s what I keep tell myself.