A painter with a gift for capturing the secrets hidden behind the faces of his subjects. A disquieting painting—the work of a great artist—discovered decades later in an attic. A stirring within a forest surrounded by eccentric neighbors. And then there is a bell, its solemn and mournful toll drifting through the trees in the dead of night.
A novel about the constructive power of art and the destructive power of violence; about the capacity to transmute our fragility into gold, no matter how bleak our days may seem.
"As always, Murakami beguiles us by revealing the extraordinary within our own monotony, finding magic in the details of our everyday lives."
— *The Guardian*
"In *Killing Commendatore*, Murakami’s genius moves exquisitely between reality and delirium."
— *Der Spiegel*