Revenge is Yoko Ogawa’s new collection of short tales (new from Picador). Their blurb:
An aspiring writer moves into a new apartment and discovers that her landlady has murdered her husband. Elsewhere, an accomplished surgeon is approached by a cabaret singer, whose beautiful appearance belies the grotesque condition of her heart. And while the surgeon’s jealous lover vows to kill him, a violent envy also stirs in the soul of a lonely craftsman. Desire meets with impulse and erupts, attracting the attention of the surgeon’s neighbor—who is drawn to a decaying residence that is now home to instruments of human torture. Murderers and mourners, mothers and children, lovers and innocent bystanders—their fates converge in an ominous and darkly beautiful web.
Revenge is translated by Stephen Snyder, who also translated Hotel Iris—which I really dug. From my review of that book:
Hotel Iris recalls the dread creepiness of David Lynch, as well as that director’s subversion of fairy tale structures (perhaps “subversion” is not the right word–aren’t fairy tales by nature subversive?). There are also obvious parallels between Mari’s story and The Story of O andPeter Greenaway’s fantastic film The Cook, the Thief, His Wife, & Her Lover. But these are perhaps lazy comparisons–I should talk about Ogawa’s deft writing, her supple, slippy sentences, her sharpness of details, the exquisite ugliness of her depictions of sex and eating. She’s a very good writer, and translator Stephen Snyder has done a marvelous job rendering Ogawa’s Japanese into smooth, rhythmic sentences that resist idiomatic placeholders.
Revenge seems just as creepy. You can read the first story “Afternoon at the Bakery” in full at Macmillan/Picador’s site; a few sample sentences to entice or repel you:
He died twelve years ago. Suffocated in an abandoned refrigerator left in a vacant lot. When I first saw him, I didn’t think he was dead. I thought he was just ashamed to look me in the eye because he had stayed away from home for three days.
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Are you familar with Edogawa Rampo? I haven’t yet read him, but there is a direct line from Edgar Allen Poe to him (his pen name is a Japanese take on Poe’s name), and considering the connections that can be made between Poe and Ogawa (I’ve read Hotel Iris and maybe The Diving Pool (a bad sign that I can’t remember the latter for sure without looking at my bookshelves)), I can’t help but think there may be something direct between the two Japanese writers.
First I’ve heard of him, actually–but I love the pen name. Is he contemporary? I’ll do some research…
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