Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman by Haruki Murakami is out, go get it, it's good. Twenty-four short stories, some reprints but plenty new. My only gripe is the title, which feels like a marketing brain fart. A lazy tag-along on Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, maybe? I suspect that the American publisher came up with it rather than the author, as Murakami notes in the the intro that the five most recent stories were collected in Japan as Strange Tales from Tokyo.