It was my first Haruki Murakami read recommended by Susannah Waters whose writers’ group I had joined in 2002 or 2003.
She said I wrote like him.
Rambling stream of consciousness with lashings of self-doubt, introspection and sex?
I recall considering how as a writer he kept the development of several relationships hanging through to the end. I recall feeling in a similar way between several relationships where no one could commit. I recall the landscape so evocatively portrayed in this film.
And now I’ll download the book and see what I make of it.