Sputnik Sweetheart

Aug 01, 2009 20:27

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

- Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami

I finished yet another Murakami novel the other day, and I am now completely head over heels in love with his writing. It's so tender and odd, and I connect with so many of the things he writes, even if the stories end up making no sense and you kind of want to punch him in the face for yet again dipping down into odd surrealistic worlds. I can't help but giggle at his reoccurring themes and imagery.
Sputnik Sweetheart was short and sweet (and sad, and wonderful, and everything else you come to expect from a Murakami novel). I warmly recommend it.

I'm going to read Underground next, which should be quite a different experience, since it's non-fiction. After that I want to give one of his short-story collections a go. Any recommendations?

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