The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)

had been enabled to escape from my profound numbness, which had been such a suffocating prison to me.

“None at all. There is a gap in my memory.” Creta Kano held up both index fingers, about eight

The intensity of the sorrow this aroused in me took me by surprise.

taciturn

Without a true self, though, a person can not go on living. It is like the ground we stand on. Without the ground, we can build nothing.

yoke

“absconded.”

fomented

dappled