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Book Title: حوض السباحة|
The author of the book: Yōko Ogawa
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Format files: PDF
The size of the: 766 KB
Edition: دار الآداب - بيروت
Date of issue: 2001
Read full description of the books حوض السباحة:Okay, a few things are definitely going on here, and I'm happy to clear up the confusion for anyone who may not have my depth and breadth of knowledge on the subject. People are crazy or sane, things are happening or not happening, supporting characters are flesh and blood or mental constructs, and there's honey. Or blood. A body or a beehive. Okay? You're welcome.
As you can see, I actually had no idea what was real at least half the time while reading this, but I love it. I like the sparse prose, the often stoic characters, the subtle psychopathy, the constant droning sounds pulling the nerves slow-mo taut, and the overwhelming creepiness spun out of totally mundane and few threads. The Japanese are apparently just forevergood at churning up sinister moods out of teapots, flowerbeds, and grapefruit jam. How do they do it? Well, I guess when your country is about 75% mountainous terrain and you have the 10th highest population in the world, you sorta have to embrace the utilitarian spirit, and it spills over into so much of their artistic expression that isn't, like, Hentai or Harajuku street fashion. No matter how much I love a good verbosity vomit, I am still like a little kid seeing bubbles for the first time with the wonder and the drooly-mouth and the dumb, big-eyed stare at how emotionally manipulated a reader can be even despite so many self-imposed constraints on the part of the author. Don't say much, but say everything, never clearly, using clear-cut imagery.
So, yes I did just say and mean all of that, but the first story, for which the collection is named, is also both my favorite of the three and the most straightforward, narratively-speaking. I wish it had been approximately five berzmpillion pages longer. I mean, it definitely manages everything it sets out to do within the short space it occupies on the page, but it's just a terrible and beautiful world that I was sad to leave. On the surface, it's a simple love story, but a twisted one, in which a dour, sadistic pessimist of a young girl falls for her clean as the driven snow foster-brother, and expresses it through various acts of cruelty toward a toddler. Yeah. She simultaneously esteems her brother's good nature, and is deeply wounded by how little of it she can see in herself. It's this that she craves from him, like he could somehow flush her spirit clean with his peeny-fluids. At the same time, she appears to see herself as a necessary counter-balance, like reveling in her own vile nature by debasing herself and others serves to accentuate the things she finds most beautiful about him, to reaffirm and then cast a spotlight on them. Yes, there are also some elements of simple sexual frustration in her tortures, but you could Freud some sex into just about anything, and it would be insulting to the nuances of this story to neatly call it just that and wipe your hands of everything else that's going on here. I mean, I'm definitely familiar with self-destructive, doom-y feelings with friends and lovers of "if you only knew, and oh boy, when you do find out..." I know what it's like to feel like your soul is a wolf in sheep's clothing, and that if mind-reading existed, you'd be deservedly all alone in the universe. That is going on here, along with some other stuff. And it's pretty heartbreaking.
Pregnancy Diary is a little more ambiguous in nature, though on the surface it is just what it says: a dated diary of a woman's pregnancy, as seen from the cold, almost clinical perspective of her sister-slash-roommate. This one goes into the way a person can begin to feel burdened and worn down by another person's proximate suffering, to feel hostile toward someone for something they cannot help simply because it's inconveniencing you in some minor way. Here, it is pushed beyond irritation to covert retaliation, as the narrator, after enduring the stormy moods and demands made by a particularly lengthy, grueling bout of morning sickness, embraces her sister's late-term, voracious appetite in order to overfeed her pot after pot of sugary jam made from imported fruits which are potentially developmentally harmful to the fetus. Her actions are so calculated yet robotic, almost as if even she doesn't realize why she's doing what she's doing except in a subconscious way, but still goes about it mechanically and compulsively. This one's twisted like all the rest, yet one of the two that have a debatable basis in reality.
The final story, The Dormitory, is definitely the most head-scratching of the bunch. I went looking around for some explanations as to what the hell might be going on here, but it appears that at least the English-speaking world is at a bit of a loss across the board. A woman helps her young cousin get a room at her former dormhouse, and begins to visit the triple-amputee who manages the property. One boy had vanished from the dorm during the prior academic term, just as her own relative drops out of the story inexplicably. Do I know whether the amputee is really there, or if she's actually talking to him, or if her cousin exists, or existed and is dead, or is really on a trip as the amputee says? Do I know what the ending means? Fuck no, I don't. However, I do know that, open to interpretation as it may be, it is an eerie and engaging look inside a mind undone by the tedium of housewife life, and the tick-tick-tick of time. Can we just call it a Japanese Yellow Wallpaper while leaving room for additional interpretations? Sorry, that's all I've got. It's totally worth a read if you don't mind stories without neat endings, or any real sense of closure, pretty much at all.
This book is so entrancing, seriously. People who say everything that needs to be said has already been said are full of shit, and need to read more tight, minimalist Japanese literature. You know what they say: when life hands you lemons, make a psychological horror story about slowly, calculatedly poisoning your sister's baby with them.
Read information about the authorYōko Ogawa (小川 洋子) was born in Okayama, Okayama Prefecture, graduated from Waseda University, and lives in Ashiya. Since 1988, she has published more than twenty works of fiction and nonfiction. Her novel The Professor and his Beloved Equation has been made into a movie. In 2006 she co-authored „An Introduction to the World's Most Elegant Mathematics“ with Masahiko Fujiwara, a mathematician, as a dialogue on the extraordinary beauty of numbers.
A film in French, „L'Annulaire“ (The Ringfinger), directed by Diane Bertrand, starring Olga Kurylenko and Marc Barbé, was released in France in June 2005 and subsequently made the rounds of the international film festivals; the film, some of which is filmed in the Hamburg docks, is based in part on Ogawa's „Kusuriyubi no hyōhon“ (薬指の標本), translated into French as „L'Annulaire“ (by Rose-Marie Makino-Fayolle who has translated numerous works by Ogawa, as well as works by Akira Yoshimura and by Ranpo Edogawa, into French).
Kenzaburō Ōe has said, 'Yōko Ogawa is able to give expression to the most subtle workings of human psychology in prose that is gentle yet penetrating.' The subtlety in part lies in the fact that Ogawa's characters often seem not to know why they are doing what they are doing. She works by accumulation of detail, a technique that is perhaps more successful in her shorter works; the slow pace of development in the longer works requires something of a deus ex machina to end them. The reader is presented with an acute description of what the protagonists, mostly but not always female, observe and feel and their somewhat alienated self-observations, some of which is a reflection of Japanese society and especially women's roles within in it. The tone of her works varies, across the works and sometimes within the longer works, from the surreal, through the grotesque and the--sometimes grotesquely--humorous, to the psychologically ambiguous and even disturbing.
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