DANCE DANCE DANCE. A hommage to sleepless nights.
Handing in my statistics exam, I was off for a well-deserved two-week break from school. I decided to read through yet another book from my sweetheart Haruki Murakami. After reading through The wind-up bird chronicle and Norwegian Wood and after disappointment from Pinball 1971, I was intrigued to see where I would assert his book DANCE DANCE DANCE. Fortunately for Murakami, it exceeded my expectations. It landed up being second, if not my favourite book from him. The book begins with a bemused narrator who explains a doomed romance story in the so-called Dolphin Hotel. Even though years have passed, the past memories seem to haunt him, and he feels a strange need to turn his life around and revisit the hotel. What follows is a twist and turn of bizarre characters and destinations, which make the reader want to pack his things up and leave for a holiday destination. What I find personally discouraging from reading yet another Murakami book (and DANCE DANCE DANCE is not an exception,