A review by monitaroymohan
The City and Its Uncertain Walls by Haruki Murakami

Did not finish book. Stopped at 10%.

I tried. I mean, this is a great writer and I’ve read some of his other work. I was all for getting into the story but jeez, it never seemed to get past the male protagonist lusting over another woman. And it seemed like he was travelling in time and lusting after his 16-year-old friend when he’s 40. It would have been fine were these feelings there when they were both the same age, but super ick when he’s being a pedo. I’m sure this book got better, but I gave up.