1Q84

Nel taxi la radio trasmetteva un programma di musica classica in FM. Il brano era la Sinfonietta di Janáček. Non esattamente la musica piú adatta da sentire in un taxi bloccato nel traffico. E del resto nemmeno l’autista sembrava ascoltarla con troppa attenzione. L’uomo, di mezza età, era impegnato a guardare in silenzio la fila interminabile di auto che aveva davanti, come un pescatore provetto che, ritto a prua, scruta un minaccioso gorgo di correnti. Aomame, sprofondata nel sedile posteriore, gli occhi leggermente socchiusi, ascoltava la musica.

Un estratto del libro:
http://bookmorning.com/2014/02/14/1q84-di-haruki-murakami/

Just finished the 925-page English translation of 1Q84, which took slightly longer than expected. Murakami's portraits of lonely and wounded souls always hit the chord somewhere buried deep down, and from time to time remind me of something that had happened over the years, as if Murakami were able to sneak into the heart and mind and bring all those unspeakable truths, indescribable feelings and emotions under the soft, warm limelight without a trait of scrutiny or judgment. I was on the brink of tears reading the last chapter, sharing the bitter happiness of being complete, loved and needed after enduring all the hardships and loneliness. There was also a faint envy seeing someone who understands what you think almost in a split second without uttering a word. Certainly there were shortcomings in terms of writing and the plot, but the weaknesses are somewhat forgivable and do not prevent the bulky book from being an enjoyable page-turner.

Nice idea but OMG!!! 3 books around 3 characters! I read nicely the first half, then it started to became repetitive, with many predictable parts. I had to skip pages not to fall asleep or become irritated. A shame, because a shorter version would have given the idea much more credit.