A Wild Sheep Chase: A NovelA New York Times bestselling author—and “a mythmaker for the millennium, a wiseacre wiseman” (New York Times Book Review)—delivers a surreal and elaborate quest that takes readers from Tokyo to the remote mountains of northern Japan, where the unnamed protagonist has a surprising confrontation with his demons. An advertising executive receives a postcard from a friend and casually appropriates the image for an advertisement. What he doesn’t realize is that included in the scene is a mutant sheep with a star on its back, and in using this photo he has unwittingly captured the attention of a man who offers a menacing ultimatum: find the sheep or face dire consequences. |
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... pockets . Not a sound to be heard except for the crunch of the leaves under our feet and the piercing cries of the birds . " Just what is it you're brooding over ? " she blurted out all of a sudden . " Nothing really , " I said . She ...
... pockets . Not a sound to be heard except for the crunch of the leaves under our feet and the piercing cries of the birds . " Just what is it you're brooding over ? " she blurted out all of a sudden . " Nothing really , " I said . She ...
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... pockets and slowly walked back to the apartment . I woke up to find her sobbing softly , her slender body trembling under the covers . I turned on the heater and checked the clock . Two in the morning . A startlingly white moon shone in ...
... pockets and slowly walked back to the apartment . I woke up to find her sobbing softly , her slender body trembling under the covers . I turned on the heater and checked the clock . Two in the morning . A startlingly white moon shone in ...
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... pocket and leaned forward , forehead against the icy iron door . From somewhere behind my ears , a click . Me , a wad of cotton soaked through with alcohol . With only a modicum of control of my senses . Just great . The door maybe one ...
... pocket and leaned forward , forehead against the icy iron door . From somewhere behind my ears , a click . Me , a wad of cotton soaked through with alcohol . With only a modicum of control of my senses . Just great . The door maybe one ...
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... pocket , and lit up with matches that I'd never seen before . The tip of the cigarette crackled dryly as its lavender smoke formed a tracery in the morning light . " I went to a funeral . When it was over , I went to Shinjuku , by ...
... pocket , and lit up with matches that I'd never seen before . The tip of the cigarette crackled dryly as its lavender smoke formed a tracery in the morning light . " I went to a funeral . When it was over , I went to Shinjuku , by ...
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