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A review by booksblabbering
Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata
3.5
Very simple, mundane, and boring. Yet I stayed up till 1:30am to finish this in two sittings.
36 year-old Tokyo resident Keiko has never fit in, neither in her family, nor in school, but when she finds solace and purpose working at the Hiiromachi branch of Smile Mart.
Keiko doesn’t have a better position, she doesn’t have a husband, kids, not a partner, no ambitions. She is content with her life as it is, and no one can stand it.
This is mainly about an autistic woman who finds peace in routine. Maybe I felt so engaged as I felt so seen by some of Keiko’s inner dialogue and her actions.
It lets us laugh at the absurdity of the world that we see through Keiko’s oddball, fresh perspective.
When something was strange, everyone thought they had the right to come stomping in all over your life to figure out why. I found that arrogant and infuriating, not to mention a pain in the neck. Sometimes I even wanted to hit them with a shovel to shut them up, like I did that time in elementary school. But I recalled how upset my sister had been when I’d casually mentioned this to her before and kept my mouth shut.
I am reading this in preparation of reading all of the author’s other books.
36 year-old Tokyo resident Keiko has never fit in, neither in her family, nor in school, but when she finds solace and purpose working at the Hiiromachi branch of Smile Mart.
Keiko doesn’t have a better position, she doesn’t have a husband, kids, not a partner, no ambitions. She is content with her life as it is, and no one can stand it.
This is mainly about an autistic woman who finds peace in routine. Maybe I felt so engaged as I felt so seen by some of Keiko’s inner dialogue and her actions.
It lets us laugh at the absurdity of the world that we see through Keiko’s oddball, fresh perspective.
When something was strange, everyone thought they had the right to come stomping in all over your life to figure out why. I found that arrogant and infuriating, not to mention a pain in the neck. Sometimes I even wanted to hit them with a shovel to shut them up, like I did that time in elementary school. But I recalled how upset my sister had been when I’d casually mentioned this to her before and kept my mouth shut.
I am reading this in preparation of reading all of the author’s other books.