Murata
Sayaka 村田沙耶香. Konbini ningen コンビニ人間. Bungei Shunjū, 2016.
This
won the 155th A-Prize, for early 2016.
Murata
(b. 1979) began writing in 2003 and has already won the Mishima Prize; she’s another well-established writer, a bit
late in her career for the A-Prize, at least as traditionally conceived. It may not be that way anymore, really.
The
novel is told from the point of view of Keiko, a 36-year-old single woman who
has been working at a convenience store – the same one – her entire adult
life. As a part-timer (i.e., no benefits
or security, although she works full-time, it seems). Early on she tried to get something more like
a real job, but couldn’t make it through the interviews, and has settled into
life as a convenience store person: thus
the title, which you could play around with if you wanted – “convenient person”
– but which really seems to refer to the fact that Keiko’s personality is
utterly adapted to the routine of convenience store work.
This
makes the book sound like it’s another meditation on the insecure employment
situation of the post-Bubble generation(s), and it might have started out like
that, but Keiko’s issue is something else.
We’d probably say she’s somewhere on the autism spectrum, but,
importantly, the book doesn’t use a medical discourse. Keiko expresses it to herself as just having
an impossible time figuring out what the world expects from her in terms of “normal”
behavior, and understanding why. She’s
perfectly willing to comply, but she has to have it spelled out for her. A childhood incident that’s related early on
in the book is typical: on the
playground at school a couple of boys get into a fight, and Keiko hears
everybody shouting for teachers and yelling, “Make them stop!” So, very
logically, Keiko picks up a shovel and brains one of the boys. It makes them stop, but of course then the
school has to have a talk with Keiko and her parents – and Keiko never has
quite figured out why.
She
likes the convenience store job because there’s a manual that spells out
everything that needs to be done, when, and how. She’s tremendously efficient if given this
kind of program to follow, and as the story goes on it becomes clear that this
is what she needs out of life. She feels
like she belongs to the store – is part of the store. It’s where she feels needed and comfortable. But it’s not just that: the regimentation of the job provides order
and structure for her life. Late in the book
when she quits (we’ll get to that) she just goes to pieces without that
structure. Can’t even crawl out of the
closet in the morning (we’ll get to that too).
It’s
not an emotional attachment to the job, though, at least in part because she
doesn’t seem to have emotions. Never
gets angry, sad, whatever. It’s that she
needs this external input to know how to live her life. This is stressed a lot in the area of
language: she is quite aware that she
ends up talking like her co-workers, picking up phrases, intonations, and
reactions from them. She assumes that this
is how everybody’s personality is formed:
by osmosis from the people around them.
She seems to assume that nobody has any agency – certainly she has spent
her life actively trying to suppress hers.
So this
all makes the book sound like it’s an exploration of a psychological issue, and
it may be that, but again: the book
doesn’t indulge in that kind of terminology, and doesn’t encourage us to think
of Keiko as “ill.” Instead, it frames
things in a discourse of “normal” and “abnormal,” with Keiko failing to
understand why the “normal” people consider her “abnormal” and why they
care. This discourse is primarily
verbalized, however, not by Keiko but by a man who comes into her life. This is Shiraha, another person in his 30s
who has been unable to hold a “real” job.
He gets a job at Keiko’s convenience store, but his “abnormality” is
much more malignant than Keiko’s, manifesting itself in stalking female
customers, and just generally being a skeevy character. He gets fired and ends up almost homeless
before Keiko encounters him on the street a while later.
She
takes him in and they live together for a while. It’s completely a relationship of
convenience. He wants somewhere to hide
from the world – from his unpaid bills, but also from everybody who judges him
for being a useless guy, unemployed in his 30s.
And Keiko wants her sister, her parents, and her old classmates to stop
giving her the side-eye for being a part-timer, single, and a virgin at
36. Shiraha gives her cover, and she
gives him shelter. But because Shiraha is
so skeevy, he can’t accept this charity without incessantly reminding her of
how gross he finds her, and how horribly unjust the world is for not accepting
him. He has to keep asserting his
superiority over her, to keep his male pride.
The book is pretty explicity about this;
Shiraha sees human society as essentially unchanged from hunter-gatherer
days, when men had to be productive hunters and women productive child-bearers
and anybody who couldn’t do that was kicked out of the tribe. He knows they’re on the verge of being kicked
out of the tribe but still wants to assert his essential maleness.
Keiko,
on the other hands, is characteristically emotionless about it all. She’s pleasantly surprised by how quickly her
family and friends believe she’s successfully scored a man, and she’s happy that
the deception is working. The rub comes
when Shiraha insists she start interviewing for “real” (higher-paying) jobs
(because there’s no way she can support both of them on a part-timer’s wages –
that’s why she sleeps in the closet; and
he sleeps in the bathtub), and quit the convenience store. That’s when, without structure, she falls
completely apart. But then she steps
into a convenience store and (spoiler alert) realizes where she belongs, and
dumps Shiraha. Possibly the first time
she’s asserted herself ever, and that’s where the story ends.
So
there’s a lot going on in this book. A
sincere and cage-rattling indictment of a society that can’t help but ostracize
people who don’t conform, but an indictment that’s voiced by a thoroughly
repulsive character. And Keiko, too, is
suspect – she’s not skeevy or exploitative like Shiraha, and in fact is the
perfect employee, the perfect cog in the machine – but there’s that shovel
incident in her childhood that hovers over the book, reminding you that her
emotional emptiness makes her capable of unblinking violence. And all of this in a tone that many readers
will find humorous, as well as creepy.
It’s memorable, that’s for sure.