Aimless wrote:
Didn't he write one about a guy who lived in a box? I don't retain things. I read it years ago.
That was Abe Kobo's
The Box Man, in which a man seeks anonymity by wearing a cardboard box over his head when he goes out. I'm a fan of Abe myself, though I've only read a few of his works. Unfortunately, though, I often find the premise of his novels more appealing and interesting than the books themselves. I loved the idea behind
The Face of Another, for example (A man whose face has been horribly scarred loses his connection to people, so he constructs a lifelike mask. When he wears the mask, he adopts a new personality to go with it. Over time, the new personality takes over). One notable exception to this is
The Woman in the Dunes--the premise (A man goes to the beach to collect insects and is kidnapped by people who live in a village located in deep pits in the sand. They need the extra hands to continually dig out the sand as it falls into the pits, so they trap him in one with a woman.) only slightly intrigued me, but it ended up being one of my favorite books. I highly recommend it, if you're into that sort of literature.
I am ambivalent about Murakami. When I first read him, I started with
South of the Border, West of the Sun and
Sputnik Sweetheart, both of which I enjoyed very much. I then moved on to his other, more popular works (
Wind-Up Bird Chronicles,
Wild Sheep Chase) and was not impressed--the wild, amusing fantasy devoid of substance simply isn't my style. With all of his books, though, I found that Murakami tries too hard to be hip with his endless western references, which grew tiresome. I haven't read
Kafka on the Shore, since it hadn't yet been translated into English when I was on my Murakami kick, but it's on the list and I'm looking forward to giving it a try.
I could go on (I'm also a Mishima Yukio fan), but I will refrain. I apologize for the length of this post--Japanese literature was a "special interest" some years back. ^_^;
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