“Sputnik Sweetheart” by Haruki Murakami


“A profound meditation on human longing.”

This was what the last sentence of the book’s summary on Goodreads.com says. Although I have a default setting of distrust when it comes to Goodreads (or any similar site’s) summaries, when I revisited this one after I had read the novel, I thought this sentence perfectly described the book. The rest of the summary, though, was a little misleading.

When searching for something to read, having just recommended Murakami’s “1Q84” to a fellow reader, I suddenly found myself possessed with the urge to read something else by him. (I read, but never blogged about, the wonderful and poignant “Norwegian Wood” earlier this year and loved it. I’ve also read the aforementioned 1Q84 and his collection of short stories, “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.) So a quick search led me to this intriguing title, “Sputnik Sweetheart.”

“What on earth could that be about?” I wondered. Included in the Goodreads.com summary was the statement that the novel: “plunges us into an urbane Japan of jazz bars, coffee shops, Jack Kerouac, and the Beatles.” Well, that sounded great, as I am a fan of nearly all those things. Unfortunately, they don’t figure that prominently in the story. The reader does learn quickly, though, the source of the odd title: one of the characters is the 22-year old woman Sumire, a fledgling but prolific writer who is “absolutely nuts” about Jack Kerouac, and later, when she meets the “older woman” who becomes her first true love, she is asked about Kerouac by the woman who says, “wasn’t he a ‘Sputnik?'” confusing that foreign word with the term “beatnik.” Sadly, we leave Kerouac behind at that point of the book.

(below: 1957’s Sputnik satellite)


The book becomes the story of an odd love triangle, or more properly stated, an unrequited love triangle. The narrator, a man whose name is only given to the reader as “K,” is a couple years older than Sumire and in love with her, despite the fact that he knows she does not feel the same about him. They are, however, kind of intellectual soul mates, and though tormented by his unrequited love, K cannot leave her orbit.

Things change a little when Sumire meets the older – and wealthy – Miu, who is impressed with this odd girl and hires her to help in her business. Her working relationship with Miu leads Sumire to become a little more sophisticated in dress and manner. She is unable, though, to let Miu know of her feelings toward her.

This is where we are when Murakami adds his standard dollop of the supernatural to the story. On a European trip, Miu and Sumire spend a few days on a small Greek island when strange things begin to happen… Events lead Miu to call K and ask that he come to the island.

Sumire has disappeared. “Like smoke” it seems. Of course K goes there immediately, but – though he learns more about Miu and Sumire’s relationship – he is unable to help in locating her and also gets enveloped by the numinous nature of the island, or maybe the world itself. When the search is eventually given up, he muses about things:

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”

He then looks up to the stars and continues: “I gazed among them for the light of a satellite,but it was still too bright out to spot one with the naked eye. 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.”

How’s that for heartbreaking? In my opinion, the book may have effectively ended here, but K returns to Japan and his life’s routines. We – well, maybe kinda sort of – find out what became of Sumire, but I wondered if this was something better left to the reader’s imagination.

After re-reading this post, it sounds like I’m labeling the book as a real downer, but it’s not. I really, really liked it. Even more so than the suicide-strewn “Norwegian Wood” which somehow wasn’t exactly a downer (for this reader, anyway) either.

P.S. I would also like to thank the blogger Dolce Belezza for first suggesting Murakami to me when I was looking for short stories to fill my 2011 reading project.

What do you think of Murakami. What should I read next by this author?


(above: Author Haruki Murakami <picture from The Guardian>)


  1. December 10, 2012 at 10:56 am

    I really like Kafka on the Shore and Dance, Dance, Dance. Sputnik Sweetheart is probably the best of his short works.


    • Jay said,

      December 10, 2012 at 5:51 pm

      Hello – and thanks for the comment. I think Kafka on the Shore (another intriguing title!) may be my next one.



  2. Alex said,

    December 10, 2012 at 11:24 am

    I’m afraid I’ve ruthlessly added Murakami to my list of “Authors I should love but alas, am indifferent to” only after reading Norwegian Wood. I don’t know if it was timing, but it left me a bit cold.



    • Jay said,

      December 10, 2012 at 5:55 pm

      Hi Alex,
      I love your Top Ten Tuesday post (somehow i missed it the first time around, else i may have leapt to Murakami’s defense!) and especially the picture. 🙂 I’d recommend his book of short stories, “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.” Maybe my favorite story was “Chance Traveller, which I posted out earlier this year (https://bibliophilica.wordpress.com/2012/04/30/strange-coincidences/)


  3. Dale said,

    December 10, 2012 at 12:04 pm

    I was just thinking about 1Q84 this morning for some reason. I had kind of forgotten that I had read it earlier this year, even though I really liked it. I need to read some of his short stories.


    • Jay said,

      December 10, 2012 at 5:58 pm

      Hi Dale

      I think I can understand feeling that way about 1Q84… somehow I had the urge to recommend it to Ann Marie the other day, even though I hadn’t thought of it in a while. Then, once I did that I had the overpowering urge to read something new by him. Perhaps his work lives like a virus inside of us that only exerts itself after long intervals…



  4. December 19, 2012 at 8:48 am

    Murakami is one guy who make make the surreal seem real to us (like Marquez, Cortazar etc) Have you given ‘Hard Boiled Wonderland and the end of the world’ a try? It’s a mind bending psychedelic trip. ‘After Dark’ has to be his most atmospheric work before 1Q84. IMHO, 1Q84 has the best of all his works


    • Jay said,

      December 19, 2012 at 2:21 pm

      Thanks for the comment, wbb.

      Yeah, I got hooked on HM after reading his short story collection, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (one of the stories in which seems to have been used in his Norwegian Wood). I enjoy his style and the supernatural element in a “real” setting. I haven’t read Hard Boiled Wonderland yet. It sounds great, but I think I had Kafka on the Shore tagged to be my next one.

      One of my reading friends is currently working her way through 1Q84. I’m curious as to what her reaction will be. She keeps sending me ‘updates’ on facebook of her progress…



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