I should probably admit at the start that I really didn't understand this book. My only other experience with Murakami was Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
, and that, or so I remember, was superficially much stranger, and yet seemed at the end to make sense. Dance Dance Dance
, on the other hand, moves from a superficially simple story of a freelance writer returning to a hotel to find a lost love, into realms far more mysterious. This is not a book for everyone, indeed it probably wasn't really a book for me, but intriguing characters and artful prose (skillfully translated from the original japanese) made it an pleasurable read. Three stars, as the fourth went right over my head.