3.5-4 stars 
 That was super weird. 
 You know that episode of Numb3rs where Charlie explains how he has an algorithm that can help figure out where a sprinkler is based on where the drops fall? This book feels kind of like that algorithm. 
 You have all these tendrils that seem to have nothing to do with one another, but slowly Murakami weaves them together until you get to the point where everything comes together and makes sense. 
 It's interesting, has a slow build (though I find most Japanese novels have slow builds), and it's super bizarre. 
 Definitely going to read more Murakami.