Uhhhh, I kind of loved this! Were you to tell me that I would love reading a 500+ page book that had the structure of a dream I would not have believed you. There is enough of a throughline in the plot, though, to make me want to follow Ryder around this weird-ass town that really cares a whole lot about their resident musical heroes, as he attempts to get ready for a Q&A ("There will be an electronic scoreboard!"), practice a performance, and navigate an onslaught of favors, all without a schedule. Distances and buildings expand and contract, Number Nine is (SPOILER ALERT) never retrieved; I lol'ed, more than once. More Ishiguro for me.