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By Haruki Murakami

During this hyperkinetic and relentlessly artistic novel, Japan’s preferred (and arguable) fiction author hurtles into the recognition of the West. Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the top of the area draws readers right into a narrative particle accelerator during which a split-brained information processor, a deranged scientist, his shockingly undemure granddaughter, Lauren Bacall, Bob Dylan, and diverse thugs, librarians, and subterranean monsters collide to remarkable impression. What emerges is at the same time cooler than 0 and unaffectedly affecting, a hilariously humorous and deeply severe meditation at the nature and makes use of of the brain.

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