A review by jaclyncrupi
The Woman in the Purple Skirt by Natsuko Imamura

3.0

Proof that I ate a meal and drank a coffee out of my house this year. The Woman in the Purple Skirt is fairly impassive in tone but gently creepy in mood. The reader spends the book piecing together who the voyeuristic narrator is. The Japanese fiction we’re seeing translated into English at the moment seems particularly interested in the workplace and how time is spent at work, a topic I am always interested in. But this is ultimately a book about isolation, loneliness and what it means to be seen. Translated by Lucy North.