calaloola is off to the pub for food and jazz
Done this and loved it. I actually picked it up because of the title (I was just back from Norway) but then plunged headfirst into a beautiful and heartbreaking story that stayed with me for days afterwards. In fact, you’ve just reminded me of a forgotten goal to read more of Murakami’s stuff…
Thanks :)
(And who here hasn’t been yanked unwittingly back through time by just the first few bars of a song? Beautiful).
