A review by grouchomarxist
The Elephant Vanishes by Haruki Murakami

2.0

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I will write more later but for now, this was yet another disappointing Murakami. Ears. Cooking. Classical music. The endless tribulations of modern masculinity. Women as set/sex pieces. A few admirable turns of phrase. I have no idea why I keep doing this to myself by reading his stuff. I am hardly poorly read or under under educated, so I am beginning to think the problem is Murakami.