Clampants's review
Sputnik Sweetheart
by Haruki Murakami
Clampants's review
Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
Clampants's review
rating:
recommended for: Murakami fans, existentialists, people who think they know themselves, the lonely
Murakami continues to entrance me.
At first, I was skeptical of this relatively short book: the topic (a love triangle that included an at-first-glance annoying protagonist) seemed banal...but soon, I was drawn in to the classic starkness and the creeping horror that seems to pervade all of Murakami's works.
The horror, sometimes sudden, other times looming, like the shadow of a tree in the distance, is what really fascinates me. Murakami has a way of hitting you with dread like a punch in the gut (Miu's description of the night before Sumire's disappearance) but also caressing you with it (Miu's white hair, the K's trip to the mountains in the middle of the night).
The book reads like an over-exposed, high contrast photograph of loneliness. Colors are bleached and the light is too much. You can almost make out where familiar things are, but you are squinting too much to be sure. It seems familiar, like a memory of childhood, but you've got it all wrong...you're mixed-up,...more
At first, I was skeptical of this relatively short book: the topic (a love triangle that included an at-first-glance annoying protagonist) seemed banal...but soon, I was drawn in to the classic starkness and the creeping horror that seems to pervade all of Murakami's works.
The horror, sometimes sudden, other times looming, like the shadow of a tree in the distance, is what really fascinates me. Murakami has a way of hitting you with dread like a punch in the gut (Miu's description of the night before Sumire's disappearance) but also caressing you with it (Miu's white hair, the K's trip to the mountains in the middle of the night).
The book reads like an over-exposed, high contrast photograph of loneliness. Colors are bleached and the light is too much. You can almost make out where familiar things are, but you are squinting too much to be sure. It seems familiar, like a memory of childhood, but you've got it all wrong...you're mixed-up,...more
