South of the Border, West of the Sun is a classic Murakami novel. I picked it up as a melancholic read for a rainy day to welcome the untimely monsoons in Kerala. At this point, I have read most of Murakami’s work, and I like its moody setting and confused characters. I’m reminded of Orhan Pamuk’s novels whenever I read Murakami. My only complaint is that I don’t know Japanese or Turkish to read these books as the author intended. Some day, maybe.