 Hear the Wind Sing
      Hear the Wind Sing by 
Haruki Murakami      My rating: 
3 of 5 stars            I read/heard/made up in a dream that Murakami would prefer no one read his first two books. But lately, for really no reason I can pin down, I've gotten interested in the idea of reading books by authors in order -written or published, I haven't obsessed about the details- and until now hadn't done anything with that idea. 
Until I found myself bag-sitting while everyone else was running the NQR hash, under a train bridge at night with a podium someone rescued from the trash and a chair I borrowed from a hut-ajoshi, at night under a single street lamp and this is what I decided to click on in my kindle.  And in spite of what I expected, considering Murakami's lack of love for this short novel, I quite enjoyed it.  It had a lot of his elements: a cat, a slightly misformed character, descriptions of simple meals, music, and a sense of extreme, profound loneliness and the struggle to connect. 
I won't start on them right away, but I look forward to the other three Rat books.             
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