Jaded Tokyo Bastard

A friend of mine lent me a book sometime in December last year. It has a picture of a beautiful naked Japanese lady on the cover. Also, the story is about a lesbian who fell in love with this sophisticated older woman. Guys, don't get too excited. In fact, I'm going to spoil it for you. 


She ended up committing suicide. That being not tragic enough, her best friend who was in love with her all along committed suicide too. 'Cause she's lesbian and her best friend is a guy. 


The book is called Sputnik Sweetheart. The first book I read by Haruki Murakami. 


Hated him ever since.


Hey, even 500 Days of Summer has a happy ending. Not that I'm a happy ending loving kind of person but to commit suicide?? WTF.


I guess whatever his life did to him turned him into such a jaded person to the point where he believes that "a dream come true" is too unreal.


The funny thing is that this guy is a dreamer. And too much of a realist. A cynical dreamer. Which is a strange blend of a dreamer and a realist.


That made me realize something.


There are two types of dreamer:
1. The Positive Dreamer
2. The Jaded Bastard


Maybe the reason for the rising suicide cases in Japan HAS to do with Murakami's way of perceiving life. Which sucks.


All I'm trying to say is, if you still believe in happiness, don't read this dude's book. He'll shatter your hopes and dreams and step on it like a hammer on broken pieces of already shattered glass till they turn to dust.


Don't get what I mean?


In a last attempt to reverse my hatred towards Murakami, this friend of mine gave me a fucked up shit short story to read by the Jaded Tokyo Bastard himself.


Honestly, I think he just doesn't have the balls to go after the so-called 100% Perfect Girl. Hence, he let her go. Then maybe kill himself later.


Cheers to that!