Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami
is it good? who knows. it's definitely near the worst of murakami, both in the quality of his work and in its genuinely cringeworthy style of sexism, so bad that it must be intentional, right, you gotta believe that to get through portions of the book. also: ain't it just a rehash of Wind-up Bird Chronicle, just worse? Like we all see that, right? The wife, the little girl, the attempt (must weaker here) to imagine the ways we connect to the violence of our social past
but complaints aside, even at his worst no one does slow-moving prose just quite like this, each segment so slow and repetitive its as though the book is questioning itself, the same way characters repeat each others words as though to question them