Two teenagers fall in love. She is 16, he is 17. They meet in a park where near them children are racing on merry-go-rounds, they walk barefoot in the river and sit in the summer grass. The idyll has the pastel softness of Japanese prints, the gestures are delicate and the feelings pure. It is a love encased in ivory and also a building love. One evening she said to him: “The City is surrounded by high walls.” She gives further details about this mysterious place during the year they spend seeing each other. A beautiful river crosses the city. Three stone bridges span it. There is also an island with willows, and then unicorns who live at the foot of the walls. There, she works from 5 p.m. to 10 p.m. in a library where old dreams are stored that must be brought out of their shell so that they can be told. We could almost see this strange city floating above them, like Howl's Moving Castle by Miyazaki. The young girl has created a world, her companion rushes into this universe. Imagination brings them together, reality will separate them, it looks like Haruki Murakami. His latest novel the City of Uncertain Walls plows familiar ground, already surveyed in 1Q84 and others, with two characters in “parallel life” mode.
At the entrance, the guard removes his shadow
The double, schizophrenia, identity haunt the novel which, if it does not inaugurate Lewis Caroll's crossing of the mirror, manages to make us doubt what is
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