Sayaka Murata (in Japanese, 村田 沙耶香) is one of the most exciting up-and-coming writers in Japan today. She herself still works part time in a convenience store, which gave her the inspiration to write Convenience Store Woman (Konbini Ningen). She debuted in 2003 with Junyu (Breastfeeding), which won the Gunzo Prize for new writers. In 2009 she won the Noma Prize for New Writers with Gin iro no uta (Silver Song), and in 2013 the Mishima Yukio Prize for Shiro-oro no machi no, sono hone no taion no (Of Bones, of Body Heat, of Whitening City). Convenience Store Woman won the 2016 Akutagawa Award. Murata has two short stories published in English (both translated by Ginny Tapley Takemori): "Lover on the Breeze" (Ruptured Fiction(s) of the Earthquake, Waseda Bungaku, 2011) and "A Clean Marriage" (Granta 127: Japan, 2014).
The first two stories 「授乳」and 「コイビト」are easy enough to read in Japanese (N2 level) and are unlike anything I’ve ever read before. They both focus on women, childhood trauma, and their effects on sexuality through a feminist lens. Both of these stories read so powerfully and are easily considered favorites of mine among her short stories.
Sometimes the narratives droned on a bit, which makes appreciate how snappy Murata’s writing has gotten over the years. Additionally, the third story was a bit harder to understand for me, so I think I’ll have to return to it later on when my comprehension improves. For now, I can’t comment on it.
🇺🇸 「True to Sayaka Murata’s style, this is a collection of unsettling and somehow senseless short stories.
Each story oozes a quiet madness beneath the skin of “normalcy.” At times I felt a physical sense of discomfort, but still couldn’t stop turning the pages. In the title story Breastfeeding, a schoolgirl takes control of her timid tutor, almost playing the role of a mother in a warped relationship. I kept thinking, “Surely this wouldn’t happen,” but something about it still felt frighteningly possible.
The story that stuck with me the most was Otogi no Heya (The Fairytale Room), where one character forces another to perform an ideal version of himself. It left me feeling the deep fear of dependence and projecting expectations onto others.
Murata’s stories are hard to understand rationally. But if you read them emotionally, they somehow make sense. Her “disgusting beauty” seems to scoop out the things we’ve buried in our subconscious.」