‘South of the Border, West of the Sun’ by Haruki Murakami

I haven't read a Murakami novel in a long time (well, actually it's only been a few months, but for me that's ages) and the relief that washed over me when I started reading this was overwhelming. Returning to his controlled yet eloquent style felt like putting on a well-worn pair of shoes. South of… Continue reading ‘South of the Border, West of the Sun’ by Haruki Murakami