I got this book for Christmas two years ago and have just not gotten around to reading it until now. I’ve had a lot of books to read first, and I’ve been busy. Unfortunately, none of the books I’ve read since Confessions of a Yakuza I’ve felt like writing anything about. Sputnik Sweetheart is a simple story (for a Murakami book, anyway), yet one of the most worthwhile books I’ve read. I read the book from the halfway point straight through to the end last night. It is one of the most moving stories I’ve had the pleasure of reading.
Sputnik Sweetheart is, as you can assume from the title, a love story. Being a Murakami book, it’s not as simple as just a love story. At its core it’s a love triange story between the narrator and two other people, none of whom love the ones that love them in return. The real story begins when the narrator’s love disappears “like smoke,” no where to be found. So begins a great search for his missing lover, adding an element of mystery.
This was a compelling novel, fairly short, and a great read. While the story is satisfying it has a very depressing and emotional second half. Murakami creates a crushing loneliness, comparing these lovers to lonely satellites in orbit – sad pieces of metal never to cross each others paths.
This is a great book, I recommend it.
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