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Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami

“In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains – flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits…In short, a love of truly monumental proportions. The person she fell in love with happened to be 17 years older than Sumire. And was married. And, I should add, was a women. This was where it all began, and where it all ended. Almost.

Sputnik Sweetheart is a novel of almosts, where liminal spaces overlap and longing can never quite be divorced from true love. It is beautifully evocative yet difficult to define, a tale of unrequited love, unrealised ambition, and yearning, always yearning, for more. Perhaps because it is about anticipation of, and longing for, love rather than love itself, it is also one of the most romantic books I have ever read.

The plot revolves around a love triangle between three people who, like Othello, love not wisely but too well. Their fatal flaws are not violent jealousy though, but a sort of insidious loneliness destined to prevent them ever really finding what they most crave. There is K., your typical easy-going and pensive Murakami narrator; Sumire, a bohemian and obsessive writer who dresses in an oversized coat and heavy boots, dreams of emulating Jack Kerouac, and whom K. is helplessly in love with; and Miu, the women Sumire has fallen for. Miu is a successful wine importer, independent, stylish, and confident – everything Sumire wants to be. She is drawn to Miu like a little Sputnik orbiting a vast planet.

If ever love has transformed a person it does Sumire. She becomes Miu’s assistant, exchanging a life of compulsive all night writing and chain smoking for a regular nine-to-five job. She buys nice clothes and changes her hairstyle, begins to appreciate wine and learn Italian, and soon moves into a bigger apartment. She spends hours on the phone with K., discussing the big questions in life: love, sexual desire, existentialism, the process of writing, whether she should confess her feelings to Miu.

Miu and Sumire set off on a business trip to Europe, leaving K. behind to console himself in a series of meaningless affairs. But when a distraught Miu calls K. out of the blue from a small Greek island to say that Sumire has disappeared without a trace, he drops everything and travels halfway around the world to help find her.

What started out as a love story morphs into a sort of otherworldly detective novel. K. finds a document on a floppy disc hidden in Sumire’s luggage and it holds a clue. But can it be that the key to Sumire’s fate lies in the strange events which afflicted Miu on a Ferris wheel almost 14 years before, turning her prematurely and completely white?

Transformation – both voluntary and involuntary – is one of the central themes of Sputnik Sweetheart. The loneliness is not only borne of not being around others, but of being apart from one’s self. Each ruminates on loneliness in their own way: “Who can really distinguish between the sea and what’s reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?” meditates K. at one point. This detached passion runs throughout his narration: you get the feeling that in recounting Sumire’s love for Miu he is really giving voice to the love he has fantasised Sumire showing him. Typically for Murakami characters they prefer this sort of sexually enigmatic fantasy to actual love. Each of the protagonists lives out their own longing in their own unreciprocated – and therefore unsullied – way. Sputnik literally translates into English as ‘travelling companion,’ and that is what they are each looking for: a human connection, someone to talk to, fall asleep next to, and yearn for. Someone to free them from themselves, from loneliness. And in a way that is what they each find, though not in the way any of them had hoped.

Part detective novel without detective or resolution, part love story without reciprocated love, pinning Sputnik Sweetheart down is far from easy. Everything seems to be “one step out of line, a cardigan with the buttons done up wrong.” Writing in The Guardian when it was first published, Julie Myerson professed to not really knowing what it was all about. “But”, she continued, “it has touched me deeper and pushed me further than anything I’ve read in a long time.”

Such is the mysterious power of Murakami novels.

Given the characters obsessive longing, it is perhaps unsurprising that the imagery sometimes borders on the overblown. Murakami treads a fine line, pushing the longing as far as possible, without quite tipping over into the histrionic. Near the beginning Sumire expresses her desire to one day compose “a massive 19th century-style Total Novel, a kind of portmanteau packed with every possible phenomenon in order to capture the soul and human destiny.” Sputnik Sweetheart achieves this in barely 230 pages. With a similarly spacious style to Hemingway, Murakami lets events speak for themselves; he is a master of anticipating his readers’ reactions, manipulating without appearing to do so. “A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.” All the brilliance of Murakami’s novels lies in an understanding of this. And it is precisely because this magical otherworldliness is juxtaposed with a routine, everyday recounting of events that he is able to move one so.

There are those who find the ambiguity of Murakami’s fiction baffling and infuriating in equal measure. Certainly it is unwise to pick up any of his books expecting rational explanations or perfectly tied up plots. Yet the quality of Sputnik Sweetheart is in its representation of an emotion, a sense, a deep held belief that can be neither proved nor disproved. It captures longing – for love, for artistic realisation, for life, for beauty – at its most elemental.

Everything is ethereal, nothing quite as it should be. Whatever you think you perceive vanishes when looked at too closely. Like most great romances, Sputnik Sweetheart has the feel of a dream. There is something of Wuthering Heights here, in the way that not even physical separation can overcome the connections the characters share, and not even emotional closeness can fill the void each others absence leaves in themselves. As with Cathy and Heathcliff, what takes place defies explanation, and doesn’t really need one either.

“All over again I understood how important, how irreplaceable, Sumire was to me. In her own special way she’d kept me tethered to the world. As I talked to her and read her stories, my mind quietly expanded, and I could see things I’d never seen before. Without even trying, we grew close. Like a pair of young lovers undressing in front of each other, Sumire and I had exposed our hearts to one another, an experience I’d never have with anyone else, anywhere. We cherished what we had together, though we never put into words how very precious it was.”

Like much of Murakami’s oeuvre Sputnik Sweetheart is best understood as a sort of ellipsis, a gap in everyday life that is simultaneously mundane and fantastical and into which all the things we sort of know about ourselves and sort of suspect about the world around us are given composite reality. He is an author who never fails to reaffirm my love of reading. His fiction, never more so than in this slim novella, creates worlds where dreams – in all their bizarre and often troubling unpredictability – come true.

Edition shown: The Harvill Press, ISBN: 9781860468254, 229pp

Currently available edition: Vintage, ISBN: 9780099448471 240pp

Vulpes Libris is one of ten blogs invited by The Big Green Bookshop in Wood Green, London, to take part in their new Bloggers’ Book of the Month promotion. Sputnik Sweetheart will be our choice for March.

“In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains – flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits…In short, a love of truly monumental proportions. The person she fell in love with happened to be 17 years older than Sumire. And was married. And, I should add, was a women. This was where it all began, and where it all ended. Almost.

 

Sputnik Sweetheart is a novel of almosts, where liminal spaces overlap and longing can never quite be divorced from true love. It is beautifully evocative yet difficult to define, a tale of unrequited love, unrealised ambition, and yearning, always yearning, for more. Perhaps because it is about anticipation of, and longing for, love rather than love itself, it is one of the most romantic books I have ever read.

 

The plot revolves around a love triangle between three people who, like Othello, love not wisely but too well. Their fatal flaws are not violent jealousy but a sort of insidious loneliness destined to prevent any of them ever really finding what they most crave. There is K., your typical easy-going and pensive Murakami narrator; Sumire, a bohemian and obsessive writer who dresses in an oversized coat and heavy boots, dreams of emulating Jack Kerouac, and whom K. is helplessly in love with; and Miu, the women Sumire has fallen for. Miu is a successful wine importer, independent, stylish, and confident – everything Sumire wants to be. She is drawn to Miu like a little Sputnik orbiting a vast planet.

 

If ever love has transformed a person it does Sumire. She becomes Miu’s assistant, exchanging a life of compulsive all night writing and chain smoking for a regular nine-to-five job. She buys nice clothes and changes her hairstyle, begins to appreciate wine and learn Italian, and soon moves into a bigger apartment. Together, Miu and Sumire set off on a business trip to Europe, leaving K. behind to console himself in a series of meaningless affairs. But when a distraught Miu calls K. out of the blue from a small Greek island to say that Sumire has disappeared without a trace, he drops everything and travels halfway around the world to help find her.

 

What started out as a love story morphs into a sort of otherworldly detective novel. When K. finds a document on a floppy disc hidden in Sumire’s luggage it holds a clue. But can it be that the key to Sumire’s fate lies in the strange events which afflicted Miu on a Ferris wheel almost 14 years before, turning her prematurely and completely white?

 

Transformation – both voluntary and involuntary – is one of the central themes of this novel. The loneliness is not only borne of not being around others, but of being apart from one’s self. Each ruminates on loneliness in their own way: “Who can really distinguish between the sea and what’s reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?” meditates K. at one point. This detached passion runs throughout his narration: you get the feeling that in recounting Sumire’s love for Miu he is really giving voice to the love he has fantasised Sumire showing him. Yet typically for Murakami characters they prefer this sort of sexually enigmatic fantasy of love to actual love. Each of the protagonists lives out their own longing in their own unreciprocated – and therefore unsullied – way. Sputnik literally translates as ‘travelling companion,’ and that is what they are each looking for: a human connection, someone to talk to, fall asleep next to, and yearn for. Someone to free them from loneliness. And in a way that is what they each find, though not in the way any of them had hoped.

 

Part detective novel without detective or resolution, part love story without reciprocated love, pinning Sputnik Sweetheart down is far from easy. Everything seems to be “one step out of line, a cardigan with the buttons done up wrong.” Writing in The Guardian when it was first published, Julie Myerson professed to not really knowing what it was all about. “But”, she continued, “it has touched me deeper and pushed me further than anything I’ve read in a long time.”

 

Such is the mysterious power of Murakami novels.

 

Given the characters obsessive longing, it is perhaps unsurprising that the imagery sometimes borders on the overblown. Murakami treads a fine line, pushing the longing as far as possible, without quite tipping over into the histrionic. Near the beginning Sumire expresses her desire to one day compose “a massive 19th century-style Total Novel, a kind of portmanteau packed with every possible phenomenon in order to capture the soul and human destiny.” Sputnik Sweetheart achieves this in barely 230 pages. Murakami has a similarly spacious style to Hemingway, he lets events speak for themselves; he is a master of anticipating his readers’ reactions, manipulating without appearing to do so. “A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.” All the brilliance of Murakami’s novels lies in an understanding of this. And it is precisely because this magical otherworldliness is juxtaposed with a routine, everyday recounting of events that he is able to move one so.

 

There are those who find the ambiguity of Murakami’s fiction baffling and infuriating in equal measure. Certainly it is unwise to pick up any of his books expecting rational explanations or perfectly tied up plots. Yet the quality of Sputnik Sweetheart is in its representation of an emotion, a sense, a deep held belief that can be neither proved nor disproved. It captures longing – for love, for artistic realisation, for life, for beauty – at its most elemental.

 

Everything is ethereal, nothing quite as it should be. Whatever you think you perceive vanishes when looked at too closely. Like most great romances, Sputnik Sweetheart has the feel of a dream. There is something of Wuthering Heights here, in the way that not even physical separation can overcome the connections the characters share, and not even emotional closeness can fill the void each others absence leaves in themselves. As with Cathy and Heathcliff, what takes place defies explanation, and doesn’t really need one either. We feel, deep inside ourselves, that he has achieved the impossible, given form to the incorporeal, and confirmed what we all secretly wanted to believe: that sometimes longing for someone is the purest form of love one can experience.

 

“All over again I understood how important, how irreplaceable, Sumire was to me. In her own special way she’d kept me tethered to the world. As I talked to her and read her stories, my mind quietly expanded, and I could see things I’d never seen before. Without even trying, we grew close. Like a pair of young lovers undressing in front of each other, Sumire and I had exposed our hearts to one another, an experience I’d never have with anyone else, anywhere. We cherished what we had together, though we never put into words how very precious it was.”

 

Like much of Murakami’s oeuvre Sputnik Sweetheart is best understood as a sort of ellipsis, a gap in everyday life that is simultaneously mundane and fantastical and into which all the things we sort of know about ourselves and sort of suspect about the world around us are given composite reality. He is an author who never fails to reaffirm my love of reading. His fiction, never more so than in this slim novella, creates worlds where dreams – in all their bizarre and often troubling unpredictability – come true.

16 comments on “Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami

  1. Anne Brooke
    February 10, 2010

    Fabulous review, Sam! I’m a huge fan of Murakami, so lovely to see one of his glorious novels revisited here 🙂

    Axxx

  2. essie
    February 10, 2010

    Read this some years ago and loved it – and now about to take it down from the shelves again. Great review – thanks!

  3. Nikki
    February 10, 2010

    Wow, what a wonderful review! I’ve never read any Murakami and reading this has left me a little embarrassed about it. Where better to start than with Sputnik Sweetheart?

  4. Anne Brooke
    February 10, 2010

    Nowhere better, Nikki! And I can also thoroughly recommend “South of the Border, West of the Sun” or the astonishing “Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”. I loved both of those too!

    Axxx

  5. Nadia
    February 10, 2010

    Wow! What a fantastic review. I love Murakami’s books and find myself haunted by his imagery, words and ideas for weeks afterward. I have yet to read this particular book, but I do have it on my shelf. It sounds like such an amazing read that I will definitely have to move it up on my TBR list. Thanks so much for writing such a wonderful review. Cheers!

  6. SamRuddock
    February 10, 2010

    It seemed about time VL had a Murakami review, Anne! Glad you are a fan too. I think he’s ace – can you tell?

    As Anne said, Nikki, there is nowhere better to start a Murakami adventure than with Sputnik Sweetheart.

    However, while I do love South of the Border and Wind-Up Bird Chronicle I’d recommend Kafka on the Shore, Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, and Norwegian Wood higher.

    In particular Wind-Up Bird Chronicle is not the best place to discover Murakami. It’s the most difficult of all his books, and that is both it’s biggest blessing and worst curse. Many readers start with Norwegian Wood as it is the least strange (yet so very warm and lovely) and by far his biggest selling book.

    Do let us know how you get on with with Murakami, it’s a dangerous path you are now starting on. Obsession looms just past the first turn!

    Esie – I re-read Sputnik specifically to write this review (it’s the first book I have re-read in 18 months) and found it at least as good the second time as it was the first. Hope you find it equally rewarding.

    And Nadia: thank you for your effusive praise. Your TBR pile wont regret gaining Sputnik Sweetheart. It is one of the easiest reads Murakami reads you could hope to find!

  7. Anne Brooke
    February 10, 2010

    It’s a sign of the author’s genius of course that we all view his books so differently! The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle was the 2nd I read and utterly swept me away. It’s still my favourite!

    🙂

    Axxx

  8. sharonrob
    February 10, 2010

    Thanks for this lovely review Sam. I haven’t read any Murakami, but you’ve encouraged me to give him a shove up my TBR list. A love story, especially one full of unrequited longing, is just my cup of tea.

  9. SamRuddock
    February 11, 2010

    Do it, Sharonrob, you are in for a treat! As Anne says, there’s not a bad book in his entire backlist!

  10. Jackie
    February 11, 2010

    Excellent review of an author I’ve heard of, but not read—yet! Your excellent review really makes this book sound intriguing & while it’s very different than the usual sort of books I read, I’m definitely giving it a try. The characters seem very engaging & I like the idea of exploring love & loneliness.
    The cover is quite humorous as well, in an understated way.

  11. literarykitty
    February 12, 2010

    Great review but I’ve given up with Murakami. His writing feels so cold to me.

  12. SamRuddock
    February 19, 2010

    Its interesting to hear that you feel Murakami’s work is cold, literarykitty. To me he is wonderfully warm and comforting. But I can see what you mean. There is a distance to everything that happens, and the protagonists are often emotionally unavailable. They prefer to smoke and drink coffee or beer in late night bars than express what is actually in their hearts. They can sometimes seem like automatons in how they relate to the world.

    I guess this is why Murakami is such a cult author. Those who like his style really like it. But there are plenty of people who are left cold and I can see why.

  13. JoV
    January 31, 2011

    I am searching frantically in this website for a book review of Norwegian Wood by Murakami which I read before and the review was written so beautifully. I can’t find it now and wonder if it was my imagination or it has been deleted off from the site.

    Help? I’m writing mine now and wanted to link back. Big thanks!

  14. Moira
    February 1, 2011

    I’ve had a good hunt around on the site, Jo and I can’t see that we’ve ever reviewed it. You must have seen it somewhere else. Sorry. 😦

  15. Aquileana
    July 27, 2014

    I am going to read this one… I have read a few ones by Haruki Murakami and I love his writing.
    Great review, thanks for sharing, Aquileana 😛

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