High-class call girls billed to Mastercard. A
psychic 13-year-old dropout with a passion for
Talking Heads. A hunky matinee idol doomed to
play dentists and teachers. A one-armed
beach-combing poet, an uptight hotel clerk and
one very bemused narrator caught in the web of
advanced capitalist mayhem. Combine this offbeat
cast of characters with Murakami's idiosyncratic
prose and out comes Dance Dance Dance. It is an
assault on the sense, part murder mystery, part
metaphysical speculation; a fable for our times
as catchy as a rock song blasting from the
window of a sports car.