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A capable artist of capturing the hidden secrets behind the faces of the people he draws. An confusing painting drawn by a great artist, found after dozens of years in a house shed. A beat in a forest surrounded by strange neighbors. And there is a bell with a majestic and sad ringing that slips between the trees of the forest in the heart of the night. A novel about the power of constructive art and the power of destructive violence; about the ability to turn our fragility into gold, no matter how dark our days seem. As usual, Murakami fascinates us with his revelation of the supernatural within our monotony, discovering magic in the details of our daily lives. The Guardian in "The Kill of the Commander," Murakami's genius moves beautifully between reality and delirium. Der Spiegel number of pages; 480