Haruki Murakami has a new novel called Kafka on the Shore. Why didn't someone tell me! Man, I am so out of it. Anyway here's David Mitchell's take on it from the Guardian. I particularly like this bit:
For sheer love of a thumping narrative, the novel delivers gloriously. The author's trademark kookinesses, particularly his talking cats, maybe-phantoms of army deserters and the appropriation of Colonel Saunders, Kentucky Fried Chicken King, add smartness and colour.
So this is next on my list after I finish David Mitchell's novel, Cloud Atlas.
Posted by Red Chuck at January 11, 2005 02:57 PM