Pedro me prestó ayer otro libro de Haruki Murakami: South of the Border, West of the Sun. Dado que me gustó Kafka en la Orilla, pensó que sería bueno que también leyese algo de sus mejores novelas.
De la contraportada
«‘Casablanca’ re-made Japanese style… It is dream-like writing, landen with scenes which have the radiance of a poem»
Helen Rumblelow, The Times
Childhood sweethearts, long ago separated, meet again and innocent love re-awakes as desire, unquenchable and destructive.
Growing up in the suburbs in post-war Japa, it seemed to Hajime that everyone but him had brothers and sisters. His sole companion was Shimamoto, also an only child. together they spent long afternoons listening to her father’s record collection. But when his family moved away, the thow lost touch. Now Hajime is in his thirties. After a decade of drifting he has found happiness with his loving wife and two daughters, and success running a jazz bar. Then Shimamoto reappears. She is beautiful, intense, enveloped in mystery. Hajime is catapulted into the past, putting at risk all he has in the present.
«A novel of existential romance… Life, Murakami dares to suggest, is complicated, and so is this lovely, deceptively simple book»
Melvin Jules Bukiet, San Francisco Chronicle
«A story of love in a cool climate, intensely romantic and weepily beautiful… it is startlingly different: a true original»
Nicholas Blincoe, Guardian
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