I hate Haruki Murakami's balls. He never fails to draw the weakest emotions out from any human and make them cry. And suckers just love holding on to his words to be enticed into breaking down & falling over a blackpool of nolstagia. Again, it alludes to a popular tune of a previous decade just like "Norwegian Wood". This one is titled "South of the Borders, West of the Sun". Letdown ending leaving me hanging in the bleak emptiness. Protagonist's childhood love abandoned him and vanished after they shagged after decades of wait. High and dry. Has he achieved his purpose or am I mistaken.