This was one I gave up, about 3/4 of the way through, not so much out of disgust as a growing sense of disappointment. The premise - two abandoned orphans seeking vengeance on their mothers annoyed me from the start - there are a couple more guilty parties to be tracked down, wouldn't you say?
Murakami delights in, and is rather good at creating very surreal depictions of urban decay and urban decadence, but it began to feel like a trip from one elaborate set piece to another without sufficient connecting tissue, as it were. While Murakami's imagination works well in a rather visual way, I don't feel he has anything especially of depth or interest to say about the social issues he works into his plot. At least not in this book, or what I read of it.
Despite that, I do have another of his books somewhere in the stack of things to try at some point.
