Can a 926-page brick of a book dedicated to examinations of parallel universes, the process of artistic collaboration, and super-cults qualify as lazy? 1Q84, the outsized novel by pulpy postmodernist Haruki Murakami, makes the case that it can, with half the intrigue of superior Murakami fare like Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World at more than twice the bulk.
