Here's an unorthodox suggestion: Try to read Haruki Murakami's in as close to a single sitting as you can. It won't be easy - the novel clocks in at 926 pages and is often densely allusive, if readable throughout. Still, there's something about the book that requires
Indeed tweaked slightly: less an entirely alternate universe than a variant.
The pain one feels in this world is real pain. Deaths caused in this world are real deaths. Blood shed in this world is real blood. This is no imitation world, no imaginary world, no metaphysical world. I guarantee you that.What the real world is that is a very difficult problem a character known as Leader explains in the exact center of the novel.What it is, is a metaphysical proposition. But this is the real world, there is no doubt about that.
