This novel has the slightly absurd feeling I love in most of the Japanese fiction I read, combined with real commentary on the nature of meaning and belonging as a newly-middle-aged adult. There's both the pleasure and the risk of throwing oneself into one's work, there's burnout and avoidance, and also healing and finding one's place in a community. I know I'm missing a lot of the cultural nuance, but I still find the story relatable.