Monday, May 21, 2012

Lonely metal souls

 I just finished reading Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami, and I must say that it was quite good.
The use of language, the surreal touch, the depth of emotion...
Some parts below, from the version translated by Philip Gabriel:

"We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame.
A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way.
But once that flame goes out, it's gone for ever."

"But tomorrow I'll be a different person, never again the person I was. Not that anyone will notice...
On the outside, nothing will be different. But something inside has burned up and vanished. ...
This is the last day for the person I am right now. The very last twilight. 
When dawn comes, the person I  am won't be here any more. Someone else will occupy this body."

"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?"

"I turned face-up on the slab of stone, gazed at the sky, and thought about all the man-made satellites spinning around the Earth. The horizon was still etched in a faint glow, 
and stars began to blink on in the deep, wine-colored sky. 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."

-Sputnik Sweetheart