Murakami was written to be listened to. I don’t mean in audiobook form, but in soundtrack form. Like cats, cooking, unexpected phone calls, or ears, music is something mentioned in almost every novel. Sometimes, every few pages, I find myself googleing a song and listening to it. So much is lost without this auditory experience.
Thanks to someone on the internet who had a good idea and spare time, the music of Murakami can now be listened to in all of it’s jazzy glory. Perfectly imperfect vinyl scratches not included.