Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
Had a slightly unusual feel to it that was memorable. Hate to say it but seemed downright Japanese I suppose. Something vaguely different that I can't put my finger on. Although I could if I bothered. But why go to so much trouble to be politically incorrect?

I don't particularly remember what exactly kept it all going. Some magical murderer guy who had to stopped. There's nothing in it remotely related to Kafka that I can see. Which seems like a false representation to me. I can't recall any great injustice or any great vague wonderful a looming. Not really much in the way of interesting insights. Had some good parts I suppose that really had a surreal dreamlike quality.