Sputnik Sweetheart – Haruki Murakami
Without giving too much away, something that you should be aware of with any Murkamai book is how he always leaves his conclusions ambiguous. While I first found this quite fustrating, it has since changed my perception of ‘literature’. Why does the author have to provide a clear cut ending? Why does the final destination of the novel even matter? Surely the enjoyment of literature comes from the journey of such beautiful lyricism rather than the completion of the last page? Murakami has the ability to pick you up and rip you to shreds before gluing you back together with pieces of his beauty plastered inside you. Or, at least this is the impact he has had on my life, anyway.
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