Taking a photo with a pregnant mole. Strolling through a neighborhood inhabited by Jōmon-era people. Folding up the children and storing them neatly in the closet. Suffering a “medium-sized” calamity that temporarily doubles the number of her breasts. In Hiromi Kawakami’s delightfully strange world, the bizarre blends seamlessly with the mundane. Season by season, a woman navigates everyday life as surreal happenings unfold around her—without alarm, without surprise, just calm observation and quiet wit. Palm, Palm is a whimsical, unsettling, and utterly charming wonderland you won’t want to leave once you step inside.