Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
- Laeba Haider
- Feb 8, 2020
- 2 min read
Book: Sputnik Sweetheart Author: Haruki Murakami Goodreads rating: 3.82/5 My rating: 4/5
Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?
Sputnik Sweetheart was my third read by Murakami. This man is a master of words and, as I feel, of confusion and interest and longing and beauty.
Every time I come across a book by Murakami, I read the title and I know it’s going to offer something special, something heartbreakingly beautiful. Even more, I know the end of the book is going to leave me in a lot of questions, like it always does. And that’s exactly what happened with this one.
His books start with a strange but usual day, with strange but usual characters with strange but usual lives. His words seem like poetry and his stories feel more real than the real world.
Sputnik Sweetheart is a story of Sumire, an aspiring novelist who wears mismatched socks and jackets the size of a man four times bigger and the only two people in her life, K and Miu. K, who’s a school teacher and in love with Sumire and Miu who’s a businesswoman Sumire is in love with. So is that what this book is? A love triangle? NO. This book is as far away from a love triangle as you can imagine.
Murakami takes the readers through the journey of Sumire, her fading will to write and her relationship with K and Miu. He describes the Greek islands in the most beautiful words and he leaves you wondering who his characters really are, where they came from and more importantly, where they went. Where Sumire went. Where and how and why he disappeared. Vanished like smoke.
Like Kafka on the Shore, like Norwegian Wood, even Sputnik Sweetheart had a end I did not anticipate. An end that left me longing for more. That left me confused, asking questions with words I did not know.
If you are a person who likes to dream as they think that’s the only right thing to do (Yes, I’ve quoted Murakami here from the same book) you should pick it up.
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