A sense of warmth from the fleeting romances with Nishino to the cold seat suddenly left empty beside ten narrating women. This is the epitome of “mono no aware”.
Didn't realize I owned 5 of Kawakami's books. I've read 4 and so far I think this is the one I like the most. As for the book itself, it's a bit melancholic, has a very light touch of the surreal, yet there's something lacking in the overall construction. Give it a try if you're into Japanese novels, or quirky, open-ended stories.