If the sealed Town with the Wall, its bizarre customs, and the Gatekeeper’s arbitrary rules captivated you in Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, you’ll relish the off-kilter village in The Third Policeman. Like the Calcutec’s passages beneath Tokyo with INKlings and the Old Man’s inexplicable devices, O’Brien’s world feels rigorously dreamlike—where cause and effect wobble, and every clue only deepens the riddle.

You were drawn to the way Murakami probes consciousness—the Calcutec’s brain as encryption engine, the unicorn skulls storing "dreams," and the choice to remain in the Town even if it costs him his Shadow. In Solaris, the sentient ocean conjures people from memory with disarming precision, forcing scientists to confront whether love, guilt, and identity can be real if they are fabricated. It scratches the same itch as deciding what counts as the “true” world in Murakami’s split narrative.

If the alternating chapters between the Calcutec’s Tokyo—dodging the Factory, navigating sewers with the Old Man’s granddaughter—and the Town of lost shadows hooked you, Calvino’s kaleidoscopic structure will delight you. If on a winter’s night a traveler constantly resets the narrative, much like how Murakami’s Town subtly recasts the "real" plot as something happening inside the mind, turning each section into a mirror that reshapes the one before.

If you connected with the Calcutec’s eroding sense of self and the Town’s demand that he live without his Shadow or memories, The Unconsoled delivers that same uncanny drift. Ryder wanders a city where appointments shift and people insist he’s committed to roles he can’t remember—echoing the Librarian’s missing memories and the protagonist’s choice between wholeness and belonging behind the Wall.

Enjoyed the System vs. the Factory, the Old Man’s skull-and-sound experiments, and the Calcutec’s brain as a cryptographic device that births the Town? Ubik spins a similarly slippery world where corporate psychic warfare and half-life technology blur life and afterlife. As with the INKlings-haunted tunnels and the Gatekeeper’s rules, each revelation in Ubik shifts what’s real under your feet—until you’re questioning which layer you ever occupied.