It is strangely reassuring to discover that brilliant authors do not rise up fully formed from the womb. Hear the Wind Sing is proof of this. Murakami's first novel is disjointed, directionless, and fairly boring; not at all like his masterpieces that follow. Yet mixed up in all that aimlessness you can see glimpses of the creative writer that followed. I have now read all of Murakami's novel and short fiction collections and this little debut novel is interesting only in tracing the progress of this writer from unsteady talent to literary genius.