“To tell the truth, I do not know this thing called ‘mind’, what it does or how to use it. It is only a word I have heard.”
“The mind is nothing you use,” I say. “The mind is just there. It is like the wind. You simply feel its movements.”
Murakami’s surreal imaginings deservedly earn him an international following. He possesses the skill of making even his most fantastical ideas seem familiar: in Hard-boiled Wonderland we delve into an underground tunnel hidden in an office-block closet and discover mythical golden beasts, yet we don’t even flinch.