The kiss happened so fast that I failed to deflect it. Dammit, I cursed to myself. That was careless of me. It was careless, but the kiss wasn’t unpleasant. Maybe not unpleasant, but I wasn’t happy about it. Instead of happy, it made me feel a little lonely.
– Hiromi Kawakami, Strange Weather In Tokyo
A peaceful, almost plotless read, Strange Weather In Tokyo follows the humdrum daily life of Tsukiko – a single woman in her late 30s, living alone in Japan. After a chance encounter with a former teacher sees Tsukiko sharing regular mealtimes with the man she refers to simply as Sensei, a slow burning and unconventional longing begins to blossom, despite an almost 30 year age gap, in a ‘hesitant intimacy which tilts awkwardly and poignantly towards love.’