I have a bad habit of loving a book or two by a writer then proclaiming him or her one of my favorites. Even if I read their other work and find it less compelling or interesting, I tend to stick to my original assessment. Martin Amis said recently that “When we say we love a writer’s work, we are always stretching the truth; what we really mean is that we love about half of it.”
Murakami is a prime example. I have yet to conquer IQ84 – I’m waiting until I have a long stretch of reading time, which may or may not be procrastination. I have read three of his books, and the Wind-Up Bird Chronicle alone was enough to secure him a place in my favorites.
Mostly, I’m looking forward to reading IQ84 because only then will I feel qualified to play Murakami Bingo.