
Excuse Me, Mr. Murakami? I Have A Few Questions About Killing Commendatore
How are you doing, Mr. Murakami? I finished Killing Commendatore last week. It’s classic you: narrated by a milquetoast, jazz-loving, Everyman who just happens to fall in with some weird stuff. References to music, art, and breasts abound. The Great Gatsby was more than a reference in this book, huh? Critics