“I closed my eyes and listened carefully for the descendants of Sputnik, even now circling the earth, gravity their only tie to the planet. Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.” –K in Sputnik Sweetheart
While he’s known for his surrealist novels, Haruki Murakami writes about the universal concept of loneliness in a nonsensical world in Sputnik Sweetheart. The narrator, K, finds himself going to the Greek islands to help solve the mystery of the disappearance of Sumire, his love interest.
The prose– light and ambling at the start– becomes more pensive and desperate as the story progresses. Murakami takes no easy way out and provides us with a tale both moving and identifiable. While I’m often hesitant to read translated works, here his prose sounds as natural as though it was never translated at all.