: In the Miso Soup (): Ryu Murakami, Ralph McCarthy: Books. Murakami plays with space and culture, shedding light on the lack of personal space by drawing the reader into the claustrophobic world of the story’s narrator, . A review, and links to other information about and reviews of In the Miso Soup by Murakami Ryu.
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Similarly the illustrative quotes chosen here are merely those the complete review subjectively believes represent the tenor and judgment of the review as a whole. Both contain trace elements of the quasi-futuristic postmodernism often attributed to Japanese urban life, and both invest some portion of their explorations to puzzling out just what this means for Japanese culture.
In the Miso Soup is a taut, noir-as-fuck, entertaining as hell look at the underbelly of one of the world’s supposedly squeaky-clean cultures and a book that left me thinking big thoughts.
What starts out as a sleazy, guilty pleasure of a pulp novel about an American tourist and his guide visiting the Tokyo pleasure palaces turns into a soup broth of over-the-top violence and nutty serial killer philosophy that makes Jeffrey Dahmer seem like the boy next door.
The news is filled with the story of a Japanese school girl known for “selling it” who was found dismembered.
In the Miso Soup by Ryū Murakami
And it gave me anxiety to the point that I was either going to puke or have to pop a Xanax. In the Miso Soup – US. Like a hot knife through butter this was a quick and easy read over a couple of nights that left me with a seriously uncomfortable and queasy feel, and what it lacked in length was certainly made up for by a foreboding atmosphere of neon noir dread.
You also get to learn bit about Japanese culture. We acknowledge and remind and tyu you that they may, in fact, be entirely unrepresentative of the actual reviews by any other measure. While not exactly a satire, elements of acerbic irony and disgust purveys this short novel as Murakami condemns his own country for its isolationism, its obsession with consumerism, and its cheapening of the human body.
So obviously this is not for everyone. I read this ghe a Saturday afternoon, mostly wondering: Fuck me, this had me emailing my brother who lived in Japan for a year, asking him what the fuck is wrong with Japanese writers. Set predominantly in the seedy backstreets of night time Tokyo it centers on twenty year old Kenji who works as a sex tour guide for tourists showing them the best strip joints, peep shows and love hotels on offer, for a few nights he is hired by an Like a hot knife through butter this was a quick and easy read over a couple of nights that left me with a seriously uncomfortable and queasy feel, and what it lacked in length was mugakami made up for by a foreboding atmosphere of neon noir dread.
The after begins when he meets the American tourist Frank.
I sipped my coffee. View all 30 comments. Knowledge of that place is truly frightening, for it is knowledge of home itself.
Mudakami 14, Greg Bates rated it really liked it Shelves: This is a short book, but Ryu Im shows a great deal of patience with the plot. What more needs to be said? Or because the western generation that grew up with manga, Playstations and films starring Beat Takeshi are of an age nurakami buy modern fiction? Aside from that, this story is well rounded-off.
Where it fails – for me – is in the violence. The killer removes the tampon, rolls up the ear, and stuffs the ear into the dying woman’s vagina. The Japanese have a similar defect, but Americans are even worse about trying to force others to do whatever they themselves believe to be right. How Murakami goes about this is completely his own idiosyncratic way: Signs of an excellent writer.
I guess my favorite genre would have to be “stuff that ih me want to barf. Probably not the sickest thing I’ve read, but the way it was written, in such a nonchalant manner, really bothered me. Yes it is what you think. It took me a while to pinpoint exactly what was so odd about it. As Kenji is first meeting Frank two nights before the New Year’s celebration, Tokyo police are th over a brutal, torturous murder of a teen girl who is also a known prostitute.
From their first meeting, Kenji finds Frank disturbing. Her body turns up dismembered and mutilated, dumped in two different trash bags on the outskirts of the Kabuki-cho district. But, while there is not infant rape in this book, there is a scene that describes brutality in such simplistic language that I instantly wished I hadn’t read it. The antagonostic character Frank is something like the Joker. View all 5 comments.
It certainly did with me. It is weird all over. Liking it, but being shocked. He compares it to the condition of people. It is a delicious read.
Everything he says is an enigma, a jigsaw puzzle of lies and truths. Return to Book Page.
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The Event No comment here, apart from the fact that the capitalized “E” in Event is supposed to be there. The 21 Best Album Re-Issues of The 4 stars I gave it – I initially gave it a 3 but hhe it up – reflect that tension. Parts of this book were just that.