I was so looking forward to this book because I loved the Wind-up Bird Chronicle and Kafka on the Shore's quirky magical realism. However, this book seemed written by an entirely different author. Nothing much happens except in people's dreams and memories. There is no resolution for either of the two 'mysteries' within the book.
Many people have said that this book reminds them of one of the author's first books, Norwegian Wood. Both are supposedly a more 'accessible' way to read Murakami. I wonder if this was written early in his career and just now pulled out of a drawer and published. If I had read this one first, I probably would not have read any other books by him. That would have been a real shame as both Wind-up and Kafka still resonate with me more than 5 years later.