Killing Commendatore - Haruki Murakami
Killing Commandatore starts in a typically Murakami way, the narrator, mid-thirties, an artist or painter at least, being asked to paint the portrait of a man with no face, just a whirl of fog. Is it real, a dream or a metaphor? With Murakami it can be all of these and something more, and more than ever Murakami seems to be retreating into a narrow field where he is writing about writing, or in the case of Killing Commendatore , writing about ideas and metaphors quite openly and literally as Ideas and Metaphors. Initially at least however, Killing Commendatore gets off to an intriguing start. The narrator has been painting portraits in Tokyo to make a living. He’s good at it, able to quickly sketch a likeness and even imbue his work with some of the personality of his sitter. When he breaks up with his wife however he goes off-grid, settling in a house on top of a remote mountain, rented out by a friend, the son of a Japanese painter of some renown, Tomohiko Amada, who is now confine...