The Woman in the Purple Skirt

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A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: NPR · Marie Claire

“A taut and compelling depiction of loneliness and obsession.” –Paula Hawkins, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Girl on the Train

“[It] will keep you firmly in its grip.” –Oyinkan Braithwaite, bestselling author of My Sister, the Serial Killer

“The love child of Eugene Ionesco and Patricia Highsmith.” –Kelly Link, bestselling author of Get in Trouble

A bestselling, prizewinning novel by one of Japan’s most acclaimed young writers, for fans of Convenience Store Woman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, and the movies Parasite and Rear Window

I think what I’m trying to say is that I’ve been wanting to become friends with the Woman in the Purple Skirt for a very long time…

Almost every afternoon, the Woman in the Purple Skirt sits on the same park bench, where she eats a cream bun while the local children make a game of trying to get her attention. Unbeknownst to her, she is being watched–by the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan, who is always perched just out of sight, monitoring which buses she takes, what she eats, whom she speaks to.

From a distance, the Woman in the Purple Skirt looks like a schoolgirl, but there are age spots on her face, and her hair is dry and stiff. She is single, she lives in a small apartment, and she is short on money–just like the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan, who lures her to a job as a housekeeper at a hotel, where she too is a housekeeper. Soon, the Woman in the Purple Skirt is having an affair with the boss and all eyes are on her. But no one knows or cares about the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan. That’s the difference between her and the Woman in the Purple Skirt.

Studiously deadpan and chillingly voyeuristic, and with the off-kilter appeal of the novels of Ottessa Moshfegh, The Woman in the Purple Skirt explores envy, loneliness, power dynamics, and the vulnerability of unmarried women in a taut, suspenseful narrative about the sometimes desperate desire to be seen.A BEST BOOK OF THE SUMMER: Elle · Vulture · Oprah Daily · Chicago Tribune · CrimeReads · International Business Times · Palm Beach Daily News · Refinery29

Winner of the Japan’s most prestigious literary award, the Akutagawa Prize

Winner of the Lindsley and Masao Miyoshi Translation Prize, awarded by the Donald Keene Center of Japanese Culture at Columbia University

“I’m a sucker for tales about female friendships that slide into obsession. . . . Not just another cheap thriller with a ‘you can’t trust anyone’ conceit, Imamura’s latest is like Anita Brookner’s Look at Me, reimagined by a surrealist.” ―Hillary Kelly, Vulture

“[A] hair-raising tale of psychological suspense.” ―Oprah Daily

“As unusual as it is alluring.” ―Elle

“Deadpan and disturbing, Imamura’s novel explores the tangled roots of female invisibility and visibility, while taking the reader on a journey into the fascinating world of hotel housekeeping in Japan.” ―NPR

“An unsettling story of obsession that you never see coming.” ―Chicago Tribune

“Delightfully disturbing . . . Imamura does weird singularly well, and keeps the suspense taut throughout the novel, always teasing an answer to the questions: Why this woman? What makes her so special? What makes any of us worth watching at all?” ―Refinery29

“A tale of slapstick and stalking . . . An off-kilter farce, in which the protagonist’s poker-faced lack of embarrassment heightens the comedy . . . This book won Japan’s prestigious Akutagawa Prize, also awarded to Sayaka Murata, the author of the bestselling Convenience Store Woman and Earthlings, with whose dislocated protagonists Imamura’s narrator shares more than a shred of DNA.” ―Financial Times

“Disquieting and wryly funny, The Woman in the Purple Skirt is a taut and compelling depiction of loneliness and obsession.” ―Paula Hawkins, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Girl on the Train

“I tore through this novel. Grippingly and intimately told, with prose as tight as a wire, The Woman in the Purple Skirt is a quick and powerful jab to the heart.” ―Jami Attenberg, New York Times bestselling author of The Middlesteins

“Imamura offers her readers crisp, refreshing prose. The Woman in the Purple Skirt will keep you firmly in its grip with its persistent, disquieting, matter-of-fact style.” ―Oyinkan Braithwaite, bestselling author of My Sister, the Serial Killer

“A breathless novel that depicts with sly humor the strange relationship between two women in contemporary Japan. You too will be obsessed with the Woman in the Purple Skirt and held in suspense until the last page.” ―Leila Slimani, bestselling author of The Perfect Nanny

“Delightful, droll, and menacing, this novel about a seemingly harmless obsession could be the love child of Eugene Ionesco and Patricia Highsmith.” ―Kelly Link, bestselling author of Get in Trouble

“Very powerful . . . Meticulous and extremely precise . . . Reading this book made me feel like I was in an unstable and strange world.” ―Sayaka Murata, bestselling author of Convenience Store Woman

“The Woman in the Purple Skirt is like a love story overheard on a park bench. It’s a thriller about commutes, work schedules, and unemployment. It’s a bottle of hotel shampoo that makes its way into your shower, and you can’t seem to remember how it got there. What profound and giddy prose; I could not put this book down. Imamura is a glorious architect of perspective, surprising and breaking this reader’s heart at every turn.” ―Hilary Leichter, author of Temporary

“Imamura definitely has a rare talent for depicting people who are a little out of the ordinary. . . . By the time I got to the end, a powerful sense of the narrator’s loneliness forcing its way through the madness gripped my heart.” ―Yoko Ogawa, author of The Memory Police
 
“Reading this novel, you can really hear Natsuko Imamura’s unique voice, which comes across quite unsparingly and beautifully.” ―Hiromi Kawakami, author of Strange Weather in Tokyo and The Nakano Thrift Shop
 
“A superb story . . . I was mesmerized by this narrator. Unlikable men who hold our sympathy are frequently found in fiction, but I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a woman as unappealing as this one who still managed to keep me completely beguiled.” ―Shuichi Yoshida, author of Villain

“The Woman in the Purple Skirt expertly balances the mundane and the extraordinary, never swerving too far toward one side. With clinical prose and a wry sense of humor, Imamura shows us that the most powerful portrayal of loneliness is through not the self, but the projection of the self onto another.” ―An Yu, author of Braised Pork

“[This] taut psychological thriller . . . has all the hallmarks of a future bestseller. . . . A chilling tale of envy and vulnerability.” ―Vogue (U.K.)

“Clever, wry and disturbing . . . A sharp examination of personality and persona and the small terrors of everyday life.” ―The Irish Times

“A novel unlike anything that’s come before it . . . This strange and unsettling story about control and paranoia will likely take 2021 by storm.” ―Metropolis

“Clever and engrossing . . . Alternately chilling, poignant and humorous.” ―The Herald

“I adore the way this book possesses a quality to get under your skin. . . . You can’t look away.” ―Kendra Winchester, Book Riot

“A voyeuristic thriller. Deadpan in its delivery yet page-turning . . . Suspenseful.” ―International Business Times

“A defiant and hysterical ode to the power of the woman alone.” ―CrimeReads

“A tale of isolation punctuated by slapstick humor . . . Combine[s] naked confessionalism and comic artifice to tap veins of hungry emotion—anger, fear, and, particularly, deep sadness . . . That the narrator’s unnerving internal monologue also happens to be very funny at times only makes it more interesting.” ―Public Books

“[A] deadpan novel by one of Japan’s most lauded young writers.” ―Molly Young, Vulture

“Striking . . . [An] intriguing psychological thriller of sorts, a study of a damaged soul and how she shapes the world around her . . . Quite appealing, with just enough disturbing creepiness to it to keep the reader on edge.” ―The Complete Review

“The perfect voyeuristic story.” ―Palm Beach Daily News

“Off-kilter and suspenseful.” ―World Literature Today

“Riveting . . . A chilling psychological thriller . . . Thrillingly deadpan . . . A compelling novel of loneliness and obsession.” ―Book Riot

“A taut, suspenseful narrative.” ―International Examiner

“Bold and compelling . . . Well written and engaging . . . Imamura’s strong prose creates an atmosphere of menace that is tense and creepy. . . . An eerie window into Japan’s darker side.” ―The Lady

“Sparkles with a style that is clean, understated and funny. The brand of humor―quirky, acerbic, absurd―has much in common with Sayaka Murata’s Convenience Store Woman. . . . The novel brims with that vague, metropolitan loneliness that seems a feature of much contemporary Japanese writing. . . . In a world that was already grappling with a loneliness epidemic before Covid-19, Imamura’s book is a timely read.” ―The Straits Times

“Deliciously creepy . . . Imamura’s pacing is as deft and quick as the best thrillers, but her prose is also understated and quietly subtle. . . . A subtly ominous story about voyeurism and the danger of losing yourself in someone else . . . A resounding success.” ―Kirkus Reviews

“Imamura’s spare, intense prose calls to mind Sayaka Murata’s Convenience Store Woman with an extra edge of danger.” ―Booklist

“Graceful . . . The narrator’s intense one-way nonsexual desire creates an off-balance frisson of strangeness . . . infused with the power of fascination. . . . [For] psychological thriller fans who appreciate subtlety.” ―Publishers Weekly

“Sparse and suspenseful. It reads like a sophisticated episode of Black Mirror. If you are looking for a book that you will devour in a single sitting and then think about forever, look no further.” ―Musing: A Publication of Parnassus Books

“Brilliantly translated [with] sharp humor and satiric language . . . Due to Imamura’s complexity and talent as a writer, the novel leverages the light and almost comical nature of its narrator’s internal monologues to implicitly shed wisdom on the growing problem of stalking in modern Japanese culture.” ―Asia Media International

“Tackles the universal feeling of loneliness . . . in unsettling detail.” ―Electric Literature

“I am currently devouring [it] and getting a real Come Along With Me vibe from [it].” ―Annika Barranti Klein, Book Riot

“Readable and entertaining . . . It’s as if a mirage appeared and then suddenly disappeared. . . . A mysterious novel.” ―Shukan Shincho

“Horrifying, humorous, whimsical, and disturbing . . . It will remain with you.” ―Tokyo ShimbunNatsuko Imamura is one of Japan’s most exciting writers. Nominated three times for the Akutagawa Prize, the most prestigious literary award in Japan, she won it in 2019 for The Woman in the Purple Skirt. A self-professed fan of Yoko Ogawa’s, she has been called “a second Sayaka Murata” (the author of Convenience Store Woman) for her use of acerbic humor and satire. Born in Hiroshima, she now lives in Osaka with her husband and their daughter. Like the main character in The Woman in the Purple Skirt, she has worked in a hotel as a housekeeper.

1. The narrator of this novel is clearly obsessed with the Woman in the Purple Skirt. Is the narrator a stalker? 

2. How would you describe the relationship between the Woman in the Purple Skirt and the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan?

3. Why do you think the narrator uses such unique names (the Woman in the Purple Skirt, the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan) in her narrative? 

4. Does our understanding of the Woman in the Purple Skirt and the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan change as the narrative progresses? In what ways? Do you think we ever know them fully?

5. What are the chief characteristics of the workplace where the Woman in the Purple Skirt gets employed? 

6. Children’s games feature quite a lot in this book. What role do you think they serve?

7. Food also features at various points in this book. Why do you think there is this preoccupation with food?

8. If the relationship between the Woman in the Purple Skirt and the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan is one of rivalry and competition, who do you feel has “won” in the end?

9. Were there places in this novel where you felt uncomfortable? Why? What role does comedy play in this novel? Do you think it works?

10. Do you think this is a feminist novel? Is it a realistic novel, or simply a dark fairy tale?

11.  In terms of its portrayal of people in the workplace and the resolution offered by the conclusion, how does this novel compare with Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata?

There’s a person living not too far from me known as the Woman in the Purple Skirt. She only ever wears a purple-colored skirt-which is why she has this name.

At first I thought the Woman in the Purple Skirt must be a young girl. This is probably because she is small and delicate looking, and because she has long hair that hangs down loosely over her shoulders. From a distance, you’d be forgiven for thinking she was about thirteen. But look carefully, from up close, and you see she’s not young-far from it. She has age spots on her cheeks, and that shoulder-length black hair is not glossy-it’s quite dry and stiff. About once a week, the Woman in the Purple Skirt goes to a bakery in the local shopping district and buys herself a little custard-filled cream bun. I always pretend to be taking my time deciding which pastries to buy, but in reality I’m getting a good look at her. And as I watch, I think to myself: She reminds me of somebody. But who?

There’s even a bench, a special bench in the local park, that’s known as the Woman in the Purple Skirt’s Exclusively Reserved Seat. It’s one of three benches on the park’s south side-the farthest from the entrance.

On certain days, I’ve seen the Woman in the Purple Skirt purchase her cream bun from the bakery, walk through the shopping district, and head straight for the park. The time is just past three in the afternoon. The evergreen oaks that border the south side of the park provide shade for the Exclusively Reserved Seat. The Woman in the Purple Skirt sits down in the middle of the bench and proceeds to eat her cream bun, holding one hand cupped underneath it, in case any of the custard filling spills onto her lap. After gazing for a second or two at the top of the bun, which is decorated with sliced almonds, she pops that too into her mouth, and proceeds to chew her last mouthful particularly slowly and lingeringly.

As I watch her, I think to myself:

I know: the Woman in the Purple Skirt bears a resemblance to my sister! Of course, I’m aware that she is not actually my sister. Their faces are totally different.

But my sister was also one of those people who take their time with that last mouthful. Normally mild mannered, and happy to let me, the younger of the two of us, prevail in any of our sibling squabbles, my sister was a complete obsessive when it came to food. Her favorite was purin-the caramel custard cups available at every supermarket and convenience store. After eating it, she would often stare for ten, even twenty minutes at the caramel sauce, just dipping the little plastic spoon into it. I remember once, unable to bear it, swiping the cup out of her hands. “Give it to me, if you’re not going to eat it!” The fight that ensued-stuff pulled to the floor, furniture tipped over . . . I still have scars on my upper arms from her scratches, and I’m sure she still has the teeth marks I left on her thumb. It’s been twenty years since my parents divorced and the family broke apart. I wonder where my sister is now, and what she’s doing. Here I am thinking she still loves purin, but who knows, things change, and she too has probably changed.

If the Woman in the Purple Skirt bears a resemblance to my sister, then maybe that means she is like me . . . ? No? But it’s not as if we have nothing in common. For now, let’s just say she’s the Woman in the Purple Skirt, and I’m the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan.

Unfortunately, no one knows or cares about the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan. That’s the difference between her and the Woman in the Purple Skirt.

When the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan goes out walking in the shopping district, nobody pays the slightest bit of attention. But when the Woman in the Purple Skirt goes out, it’s impossible not to pay attention. Nobody could ignore her.

Say if she were to appear at the other end of the arcade. Everybody would immediately react-in one of four broad ways. Some people would pretend they hadn’t seen her, and carry on as before. Others would quickly move aside, to give her room to pass. Some would pump their fists, and look happy and hopeful. Others would do the opposite, and look fearful and downcast. (It’s one of the rules that two sightings in a single day means good luck, while three means bad luck.)

The most incredible thing about the Woman in the Purple Skirt is that whatever reaction she gets from people around her, it makes absolutely no difference-she just continues on her way. Maintaining that same steady pace, lightly, quickly, smoothly moving through the crowd. Strangely enough, even on weekends, at peak times when the streets are jam-packed with shoppers, she never walks into anyone, or bumps into anything-she just walks swiftly on, unimpeded. I would say that to be able to do that, either she has to be in possession of superb speed, agility, and fitness-or she has an extra eye fixed to her forehead, a third eye skillfully concealed under her bangs, rotating 360 degrees, giving her a good view of whatever’s coming her way. Whichever it is, it’s a trick well beyond the capability of the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan.

She’s so skillful at avoiding any sort of collision that I can understand why you might get a rather eccentric person coming along who feels provoked-and gets the urge to purposely barge into her. Actually, there was one time when I myself succumbed to just such an urge. But of course, I was no more successful than anyone else. When was it? I think sometime in early spring. I pretended to be walking along innocently, minding my own business, and then, when the Woman in the Purple Skirt was just a few feet ahead of me, I suddenly upped my speed and walked very fast toward her.

A pretty stupid thing to do, as I soon found out. When I was within inches of bumping into her, the Woman in the Purple Skirt simply tilted her body slightly to one side, and I went smack into the meat display cabinet in front of the butcher shop-fortunately escaping any serious physical injury, but still ending up with a huge repair bill from the butcher.

That happened more than six months ago now. I’ve only just paid off the bill. And it wasn’t easy. I had to resort to sneaking my way into the bazaars held at a local primary school, having picked up anything that might possibly sell, to make whatever extra pennies I could. The first few times, I’d be thinking: Now look where your stupidity has landed you. Do not try anything like that ever again. It’s common knowledge that nobody who has attempted to collide with the Woman in the Purple Skirt has ever succeeded-don’t you know that? If not because of that third eye on her forehead, then because of how uncannily quick and fit she is. Even if privately you can’t help feeling that “fit” isn’t quite the right word to describe her. . . . Actually, it occurs to me that the way she has of swerving smoothly through the crowds, avoiding all oncoming people, is very much like the way an ice-skater glides around on the ice. She is like that girl who won a bronze medal a couple of years ago at the Winter Olympics-the one in a blue skating dress who spoke in that strange way, like a little old lady, and who retired from skating to go into television and was selected last year to be a presenter on children’s TV; she was ranked number one in the children’s TV popularity rankings-yes, that girl. Admittedly, the Woman in the Purple Skirt is quite a bit older than she is, but (in my neighborhood, at least) she is every bit as famous.

It’s true. The Woman in the Purple Skirt is a celebrity. In the eyes of everyone-children and adults. From time to time, TV camera crews come by this area to conduct interviews with people on the street. But rather than thrusting a microphone in the faces of housewives and interrogating them about their dinner plans or their opinions on the rising price of vegetables, they should occasionally direct questions at elderly people and children. Have you ever heard of the Woman in the Purple Skirt? I’m sure nearly everyone would say: Yes, of course!

There’s even a new game that the children have taken to playing. Whoever loses at rock-paper-scissors now has to go up to the Woman in the Purple Skirt and give her a light tap. It’s a minor variation on the usual game, but they all get very excited about it. It takes place in the park. Any child who loses a round has to tiptoe up to the Woman in the Purple Skirt as she sits on her Exclusively Reserved Seat and give her a little tap on the shoulder. That’s all it is. Once the child has tapped her, he or she runs away laughing. They do this over and over again.

Originally, the addition involved not touching the Woman in the Purple Skirt but just approaching her and addressing her. The loser had to go over to her as she sat there and just say a few words. “Hello!” “Beautiful day!” Anything. That in itself was the source of huge amusement. Each child would skip up to her, say a word or two, and dash away, cackling with laughter.

It’s only recently that the new twist was devised. The reason seems to have been simply that both sides had grown bored with the previous version. All they could think of to say to her was, “Are you well?” “Nice weather!” Or at best something like “Haa waa yuu?” in English-which of course didn’t get a peep out of her. The Woman in the Purple Skirt sat absolutely still, her eyes lowered, but as time passed, she would yawn or pick at her nails. As I watched her languidly plucking the pilling off her sweater, it almost seemed like she was trying to challenge the children to think of something new.

This new spin on the game, which the children came up with by forming a circle, putting their foreheads together, and thinking hard about how to break out of the old routine, is already showing signs of becoming the go-to version, and so far nobody’s said they’re tired of it. “Rock! Paper! Scissors!” they all yell. Up leaps the winner with a shout of triumph, while the loser wails with a look of misery. Meanwhile, there she sits, absolutely still, on her Exclusively Reserved Seat, her eyes lowered, her hands in her lap. It’s possible she’s not comfortable with this new rule. I wonder what’s going through her mind when she gets that little tap on her shoulder.

I know I said the Woman in the Purple Skirt reminded me of my sister. But actually, I think I was wrong. And she’s not like that figure skater turned celebrity either. The person she most reminds me of is Mei-chan, a friend I had in elementary school. A girl who used to wear her hair in long braids secured with red elastic bands. Mei-chan’s father came from China. Just a day or so before our elementary school graduation ceremony, Mei-chan’s entire family had to go back to Shanghai, the father’s home city. When the Woman in the Purple Skirt sits motionless on her bench, she reminds me of Mei-chan during swimming class. Not even looking at the rest of us as we swam around in the pool, but just sitting, hunched over, picking at her nails. Mei-chan? No . . . Could it be you? We lost touch after you returned to China, but . . . have you really come back all this way . . . to see me . . . ?

Come on-don’t kid yourself. Mei-chan was a friend, but we were never actually close. We probably played together one or two times-at most. But Mei-chan was kind to me. I remember what she said about a picture I drew of a dog. “You’ve drawn that tail really well!” Child as I was, I felt so in awe of her. If anybody was good at drawing, it was Mei-chan. She always said she wanted to be a painter when she grew up. And that’s exactly what she became. Fuan-Chun Mei, the Chinese painter who was brought up in Japan, and who just three years ago came back to Japan and had a solo exhibition. I saw a newspaper article about it. The woman standing in front of her paintings and smiling was definitely Mei-chan, even if she was no longer the little girl who wore her hair in braids. Ah yes, that’s her, that’s Mei-chan: the same big, bright eyes, the same beauty mark just below her nose.

The Woman in the Purple Skirt has small eyes that look sunken and narrow. She has age spots, yes, but not a single beauty mark.

If we’re talking about eyes, the Woman in the Purple Skirt reminds me of Arishima-san, my classmate in junior high school. Personality-wise, Arishima-san is probably one of a kind, but eye-wise, she is the spitting image. I was terrified of Arishima-san. She had her hair bleached blond like a real tough girl, she shoplifted, she extorted money from people, and she was violent. She carried a long knife like a Japanese sword everywhere she went. I think she was probably the most dangerous person I have ever met. Her parents, her teachers, even the police-no one knew what to do with her. I don’t know why, but she once gave me a stick of plum-flavored chewing gum. I felt a poke in my back and heard someone say, “Want some gum?” That was the first time I looked at Arishima-san head-on. Those small, sunken, narrow eyes, those downwardly sloping eyebrows . . . For a second, I didn’t know whom I was looking at.

I took the gum without saying anything. Why didn’t I at least thank her? I assumed the gum was poisoned, and chucked it in a garbage can in front of a sake shop on my way home.

Why would it have been poisoned? I should have just started chewing it right there. The next day, I could have given her a piece of candy. Well, too late now. Arishima-san left school as soon as she could, after junior high, and immediately started hanging out with hoodlums. Rumor had it that she eventually got involved in pimping and drug dealing, and threw herself into gangster life. She’s probably in jail now. On death row, maybe. Which means that the Woman in the Purple Skirt can’t be her.

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Dimensions	0.7400 × 4.6900 × 7.5600 in
Imprint	Penguin Books
ISBN-13	09780143136026
ISBN-10	014313602X
Author	Lucy North, Natsuko Imamura
Audience	General / adult
BISAC	FIC044000, FIC108000
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