SOURCE: A review of Dance, Dance, Dance, in Times Literary Supplement, March 18, 1994, p. 12.

In the following positive review, Harrison praises Murakami's achievement in Dance, Dance, Dance.

The nameless copywriter who narrates Dance, Dance, Dance is a modern Japanese. He has schooled himself in Western music, from Count Basie through Isaac Hayes to Boy George, and knows every trick that Hollywood ever pulled. He sustains himself on Japanese food or high-quality international cuisine. Gotanda, a film star of consummate elegance and beauty, and he become friends, finding each other as they drink Cutty Sark and vodka gimlets while discussing the ocean of costly consumer goods in which they and their nation are awash—BMW, Rolex and Maserati do not fare well here, for both men, it seems, are happier with a Subaru. Haruki Murakami has an aggressive take on advanced capitalism, as his copywriter calls it, which simultaneously mesmerizes...