The Woman in the Purple Skirt is a story of psychological intrigue surrounding stalking, obsession and manipulation which, despite its serious theme, does not lack a special subtle Japanese humour, in which the reader sometimes laughs, but this is never without a melancholic undertone and is written by the winner of multiple prestigious Japanese literary awards. The enigmatic Woman in the Purple Skirt is of indeterminate age, lives alone, does not relate to anyone, has temporary jobs and is the entertainment of the neighbourhood. It's probably because of that purple skirt that she never takes off of her and because she always follows the same routines. People notice her when she leaves the house and children who play in the street chase and insult her. This woman has a special talent: she can walk through crowds without touching anyone, and many have tried to "accidentally" run into her without succeeding. Almost every afternoon, the Woman in the Purple Skirt (tWitPS) buys a single cream brioche and goes to the park in an unnamed Japanese city, where she returns to the same bench to eat it as the local children taunt her and compete for her attention. She is observed at all times by the undetected narrator, the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan who checks what she eats, where she goes and who she encounters. She watches her, constantly, day after day. She knows her every waking move from dawn until dusk. From a distance, the tWitPS looks like a schoolgirl, but there are age spots on her face, and her hair is dry and stiff. Like the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan, she is single, she lives in a small, run-down apartment, and she is short on money.
The Woman in the Yellow Cardigan lures her to a job, under the pretence of wanting to be her friend, where she herself works, as a hotel housekeeper at a cleaning agency; soon twitPS is having an affair with the boss. And here is where the two women’s paths finally intersect dramatically and unpredictably. Unfortunately, no one knows or cares about the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan. That's the difference between her and tWitPS. Who are these two women really, whose only common traits seem to be precariousness and loneliness? This is a scintillating, enthralling and compulsively readable thriller with creepiness simply oozing from its pages and the slightly surreal aura Japanese stories often exude, which I love. It's a novel with high doses of humour that explores vulnerability and the difficulty of finding one's own place when one is different. The subtle and disturbing tale of an obsession, a story that, in a crescendo of tension, gradually takes on the tones of the thriller, in a spiral of unexpressed desires, loneliness, dynamics of female power and condition, a desperate desire to be visible, to be considered and loved. The cast of characters is small but this is perfect as it allows the focus to be solely on the two women at the centre of the story; they are both idiosyncratic, multidimensional and fascinating to read about and I read with more and more urgency to uncover why they were the way they were. Studiously deadpan, highly original, and unsettling, tWitPS explores the dynamics of envy, the mechanisms of power in the workplace and the vulnerability of unmarried women in a taut, voyeuristic narrative about the sometimes desperate desire to be seen. Highly recommended.