Tsukuru Tazaki had four best friends at school.
A page-turner with intervals of lapidary prose and dazzling human comprehension.” —Marie Arana, The Washington Post. . . .
A deeply affecting novel, not only for the dark nooks and crannies it explores, but for the magic that seeps into its characters’ subconsciouses, for the lengths to which they will go to protect or damage one another, for the brilliant characterizations it delivers along the way. . . .
He may be taking us deeper and deeper into a fractured modernity and its uneasy inhabitants, but he is ever alert to minds and hearts, to what it is, precisely, that they feel and see, and to humanity’s abiding and indomitable spirit.
Murakami can herd the troubles of a very large world and still mind a few precious details. . . .
Murakami’s wizardry lies in his ability to pack all that cultural and spiritual resonance into a book that is as tightly wound as a Dashiell Hammett mystery.
A virtual symphony of literary and musical referents. . . .
Tazaki was the only last name with no colour in it.“[A] remarkable novel [that] takes us on a spellbinding descent through the rings of hell in Tsukuru Tazaki’s young life.
The two boys were called Akamatsu, meaning \'red pine\', and Oumi, \'blue sea\', while the girls\' names were Shirane, \'white root\', and Kurono, \'black field\'.
By chance all of their names contained a colour.
Tsukuru Tazaki had four best friends at school
