The Sputnik Sweetheart

The Sputnik Sweetheart

Book - 2001
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Combining the early, straightforward seductions ofNorwegian Wood and the complex mysteries ofThe Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, this new novel--his seventh translated into English--is Haruki Murakami at his most satisfying and representative best. The scenario is as simple as it is uncomfortable: a college student falls in love (once and for all, despite everything that transpires afterward) with a classmate whose devotion to Kerouac and an untidy writerly life precludes any personal commitments--until she meets a considerably older and far more sophisticated businesswoman. It is through this wormhole that she enters Murakami's surreal yet humane universe, to which she serves as guide both for us and for her frustrated suitor, now a teacher. In the course of her travels from parochial Japan through Europe and ultimately to an island off the coast of Greece, she disappears without a trace, leaving only lineaments of her fate: computer accounts of bizarre events and stories within stories. The teacher, summoned to assist in the search for her, experiences his own ominous, haunting visions, which lead him nowhere but home to Japan--and there, under the expanse of deep space and the still-orbiting Sputnik, he finally achieves a true understanding of his beloved. A love story, a missing-person story, a detective story--all enveloped in a philosophical mystery--and, finally, a profound meditation on human longing.
Publisher: New York : Alfred A Knopf, 2001.
ISBN: 9780375411694
0375411690
Branch Call Number: MURA
Characteristics: 210p. 24cm.
Additional Contributors: Gabriel, J. Philip

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Apr 17, 2015

"And the half that was left is the person you see here. I've felt this way for the longest time- that in a Ferris wheel in a small Swiss town, for a reason I can't explain, I was split in two forever. for all I know, this may have been some kind of transaction. Its' not like something was stolen away from me, because it all still exits, on the other side. Just a single mirror separates us from the other side. But I can never cross the boundary of that single pane of glass. Never."

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