I’m obsessed with Murakami. This book is a compendium of actual first person accounts of the Aum Shinrikyo sarin gas attacks on the Tokyo subway in 1995. Meticulously researched, its nonetheless repetitive and even dull. The stories lack little telling details and nuance, usually Murakami’s forte. There are fascinating bits, though, of every day Tokyo life. Its strange how differently the survivors look at the incident than I believe most Americans, would. Rather than seeing themselves as victims of the odd cult, they talk of the incident as though an accident had befallen them.