This was published in The New Yorker Magazine on February 23, 2015.

Sad little story about the life of a middle-aged divorced bar owner searching for who he is, with the help of a wizened old customer and a small gray cat. Sad, but satisfying read.

This is the second story I've read in the New Yorker recently. I'm going to have to make this a regular occurrence; these are very good. ( )

The first thing by Murakami I've read and I am very impressed. I had heard "dream-like" used to describe some of his works, and this one certainly holds that feeling, while still tethered to the realities of daily life and the challenges of human relationships. Looking forward to reading more. ( )