Melodic, encyclopedic, and even with a heaping helping of neuro-psycho-consiousness patter, this book should have made me love it. But it stole my passion and left me rather cold.
I admired the writing and the double-story structure, and some of the lines are fantastic: "It's not so strange that when your memories change, the world changes" (Vintage '93 edition, p. 283). I read this on a recommendation as Murakami's most "neuro" book, and it was satisfying in that way. But I don't feel like I need to read any more work by him.
Wish I could have read it in the Japanese.