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112 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 2003
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Hitomi Kanehara
31?books210?followersAfter dropping out of school and living on the streets for some years, Hitomi Kanehara started to write.
Her novels have won several prizes in Japan. The first novel Snakes and Earings won the Akutagawa Prize and the Subaru Prize and it sold a million copies.
Her novels have won several prizes in Japan. The first novel Snakes and Earings won the Akutagawa Prize and the Subaru Prize and it sold a million copies.
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November 12, 2014
Edit: I should mention that this is the only book I have ever hated so much that I actually threw it away. I refuse to even like, give it to the used bookstore, because I don't want anyone else to have to read it.
I HATE THIS BOOK.
My first thought when I began reading this was "This is incredibly, unbelievably poorly written". The feeling did not go away. This book is translated from Japanese. The translator should be fired. Though it is entirely possible that the translation is sufficient and the book is just really fucking horrible. Which is what I expect is the case. The characters are SO badly and inconsistently portrayed, the plot is ridiculous; it relies entirely on "shocking" events, because there is no substance behind the story. There is seriously nothing redeemable about this book. Not one line. AAGH SERIOUSLY. ITS CAPLOCK TIME. STOP TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO BE EDGY, BOOK. OHHH LOOK AT ME, I'M GOING TO FORK MY TONGUE AND HAVE SOME DOUCHEBAG TATTOO ME, AND INSTEAD OF PAYMENT I'LL JUST LET HIM BANG ME BECAUSE I'M A GIANT BORING ANOREXIC WHORE. THIS IS SUCH A FUCKING EDGY STORY INST IT?
I am going to summarize the plot (because apparently i'm a sadist) so.. warning: SPOILERS. Not that it matters.
There is this unaffected, vapid, stupid 19 year old girl(you don't know really anything about her, her past or anything, only the way she reacts to the stupid men in this book, from which I was forced to deduce that she's a moron), and she starts going out with this guy because he has a forked tongue, or something. Then she decides to get a forked tongue, so she gets it pierced to start the process. Enter crazy asshole piercer guy: he's a friend of her forked tongue boyfriend guy and he's A COMPLETE DOUCHEBAG IN EVERY WAY. They are hanging out and then randomly some guy hits on stupid girl and her boyfriend KILLS HIM, PULLS OUT HIS TEETH, AND GIVES THEM TO THE GIRL. They flee from the scene. Then a lot of boring shit happens, the girl wants a tattoo, she keeps stretching the jesus out of her tongue, blahblah. THEN OH MY GOODNESS she realizes the police are after her forked-tongue quasi-boyfriend guy, because apparently even ridiculously trendy 18 year olds aren't allowed to murder people. She, being a genius, has him change his hair color. Then suddenly he goes missing. And (PLOT TWIST) he is killed. And then she and piercer guy get a call from the mortuary to identify his body. It is revealed that before he was killed he was raped and tortured mercilessly. She is sad about this and she goes anorexic, because anorexia is so awesomely cool and edgy, I suspect. She bangs the piercer guy some more. Then she puts together a few obvious pieces that SUDDENLY appear conveniently (nice plot development) and realizes that is it extremely likely that the crazy piercer guy was the one who killed and raped forked tongue guy. She bangs the piercer guy some more, because I guess, who cares that he raped and killed that other guy, I mean, whatever, life sucks and the main girl is SUCH A FUCKING MYSTERIOUS EDGY CHICK OR WHATEVER. THE END.
Basically, this may be THE worst book I've ever read, but it's hard to say. I'm angry about this. Not because it's a shitty book and I purchased it and read it, but because IT HAD FUCKING RAVE REVIEWS all over it. I mean, one of the back was from Marie Claire (some stupid magazine) and it was like "edgy and sexy and on top of that, well written" (or something).. and that's easy to brush aside because, I mean, what the fuck do the writers at Marie Clair magazine know about literature anyway? But on the front of this fucking thing, from the fucking New York Times, it just says "powerful". WHAT. Did they just edit this? Was the review just "powerful...y fucking useless"? Because if not, screw you, New York Times. THIS BOOK ALSO WON SOME KIND OF PRIZE. AND IS AN INTERNATIONAL BEST-SELLER. OVER 1 MILLION COPIES SOLD WHAT? THIS BLOWS MY MIND. So, to the people among those 1 million who bought this book and liked it: screw you, you have unforgivably horrible taste.
I HATE THIS BOOK.
My first thought when I began reading this was "This is incredibly, unbelievably poorly written". The feeling did not go away. This book is translated from Japanese. The translator should be fired. Though it is entirely possible that the translation is sufficient and the book is just really fucking horrible. Which is what I expect is the case. The characters are SO badly and inconsistently portrayed, the plot is ridiculous; it relies entirely on "shocking" events, because there is no substance behind the story. There is seriously nothing redeemable about this book. Not one line. AAGH SERIOUSLY. ITS CAPLOCK TIME. STOP TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO BE EDGY, BOOK. OHHH LOOK AT ME, I'M GOING TO FORK MY TONGUE AND HAVE SOME DOUCHEBAG TATTOO ME, AND INSTEAD OF PAYMENT I'LL JUST LET HIM BANG ME BECAUSE I'M A GIANT BORING ANOREXIC WHORE. THIS IS SUCH A FUCKING EDGY STORY INST IT?
I am going to summarize the plot (because apparently i'm a sadist) so.. warning: SPOILERS. Not that it matters.
There is this unaffected, vapid, stupid 19 year old girl(you don't know really anything about her, her past or anything, only the way she reacts to the stupid men in this book, from which I was forced to deduce that she's a moron), and she starts going out with this guy because he has a forked tongue, or something. Then she decides to get a forked tongue, so she gets it pierced to start the process. Enter crazy asshole piercer guy: he's a friend of her forked tongue boyfriend guy and he's A COMPLETE DOUCHEBAG IN EVERY WAY. They are hanging out and then randomly some guy hits on stupid girl and her boyfriend KILLS HIM, PULLS OUT HIS TEETH, AND GIVES THEM TO THE GIRL. They flee from the scene. Then a lot of boring shit happens, the girl wants a tattoo, she keeps stretching the jesus out of her tongue, blahblah. THEN OH MY GOODNESS she realizes the police are after her forked-tongue quasi-boyfriend guy, because apparently even ridiculously trendy 18 year olds aren't allowed to murder people. She, being a genius, has him change his hair color. Then suddenly he goes missing. And (PLOT TWIST) he is killed. And then she and piercer guy get a call from the mortuary to identify his body. It is revealed that before he was killed he was raped and tortured mercilessly. She is sad about this and she goes anorexic, because anorexia is so awesomely cool and edgy, I suspect. She bangs the piercer guy some more. Then she puts together a few obvious pieces that SUDDENLY appear conveniently (nice plot development) and realizes that is it extremely likely that the crazy piercer guy was the one who killed and raped forked tongue guy. She bangs the piercer guy some more, because I guess, who cares that he raped and killed that other guy, I mean, whatever, life sucks and the main girl is SUCH A FUCKING MYSTERIOUS EDGY CHICK OR WHATEVER. THE END.
Basically, this may be THE worst book I've ever read, but it's hard to say. I'm angry about this. Not because it's a shitty book and I purchased it and read it, but because IT HAD FUCKING RAVE REVIEWS all over it. I mean, one of the back was from Marie Claire (some stupid magazine) and it was like "edgy and sexy and on top of that, well written" (or something).. and that's easy to brush aside because, I mean, what the fuck do the writers at Marie Clair magazine know about literature anyway? But on the front of this fucking thing, from the fucking New York Times, it just says "powerful". WHAT. Did they just edit this? Was the review just "powerful...y fucking useless"? Because if not, screw you, New York Times. THIS BOOK ALSO WON SOME KIND OF PRIZE. AND IS AN INTERNATIONAL BEST-SELLER. OVER 1 MILLION COPIES SOLD WHAT? THIS BLOWS MY MIND. So, to the people among those 1 million who bought this book and liked it: screw you, you have unforgivably horrible taste.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
March 20, 2022
¡°God has to be a sadist to give people life.¡±
That is the entire review in one image. The book is one edgy event after another until it finally ends. It's so dark, and brooding, filled with nihilistic dialogue and EDGY¡ it's also boring, poorly written and not worth the time (and it's only 120 pages, so it's not like it takes a long time).
Yes, it is that bad and I'll waste no more time writing about it. 1/5 stars.
That is the entire review in one image. The book is one edgy event after another until it finally ends. It's so dark, and brooding, filled with nihilistic dialogue and EDGY¡ it's also boring, poorly written and not worth the time (and it's only 120 pages, so it's not like it takes a long time).
Yes, it is that bad and I'll waste no more time writing about it. 1/5 stars.
January 25, 2018
Pro?le su dve godine otkako je moj tim radio na ovoj knjizi... I ve? dve godine se moja lektorka i ja pitamo kome je namenjena ova knjiga... Veliki bestseler u Japanu, u redu... A ?ime je to ova knjiga zaslu?ila, pitamo se nas dve? Nikad nam te?e nije pao rad na nekoj knjizi... Niti ima jezi?ke vrednosti, niti stilske, niti interesantnu fabulu (prvi put u ?ivotu mi je bilo muka dok ?itam neku knjigu, sre?om te nema previ?e strana)... O ukusima se ne raspravlja, ta?no... samo se nas dve pitamo, kome se ovo dopada? Ste ?itali? :)
PS. Ovakve knjige ?kode zdravlju, svakako... :)
PS. Ovakve knjige ?kode zdravlju, svakako... :)
July 13, 2023
Hitomi Kanehara¡¯s prize-winning novella is part self-portrait, part snapshot of the experiences of a particular era of Japanese youth. Lui is in her late teens, living in Tokyo, she¡¯s outwardly a Barbie-girl, blonde and cute but she¡¯s increasingly aware of an inner void, an inability to feel that leads her to an existence in which she continually tests her physical boundaries. She drifts through her days, a ¡°freeter¡± she supplements her precarious finances with a series of low-level temporary jobs. Then she meets Ama whose obsession with body modification is a powerful source of attraction. But their relationship is destined to be ill-fated.
Kanehara¡¯s controversial piece maps an attempt to move outside of mainstream Japanese culture, as Lui¡¯s changes to her body begin to operate as a barrier which concretises her will to be ¡°other¡± ¨C a way of ensuring there can be no easy way back into conventional society. It¡¯s also an interesting study of violence, the ways in which controlled self-harm might be both a reaction to wider forms of violence but also a ritualistic move intent on gaining a peculiar sense of empowerment. But Lui¡¯s matter-of-fact description of her life and her numerous attempts to be transgressive also reveal her vulnerability, and the limits placed on her as a woman - driving her towards a life that for all its trappings of perversity is curiously old-fashioned, ultimately reliant on the whims of domineering, toxic men. It¡¯s an absorbing, fluid narrative, although now more period piece than cutting-edge fiction, but also quite a sad one, like reading a slightly sanitised version of Kathy Acker or Cookie Mueller that lacks Acker¡¯s or Mueller¡¯s defiance and ability to self-parody. Trans by David James Karashima.
Kanehara¡¯s controversial piece maps an attempt to move outside of mainstream Japanese culture, as Lui¡¯s changes to her body begin to operate as a barrier which concretises her will to be ¡°other¡± ¨C a way of ensuring there can be no easy way back into conventional society. It¡¯s also an interesting study of violence, the ways in which controlled self-harm might be both a reaction to wider forms of violence but also a ritualistic move intent on gaining a peculiar sense of empowerment. But Lui¡¯s matter-of-fact description of her life and her numerous attempts to be transgressive also reveal her vulnerability, and the limits placed on her as a woman - driving her towards a life that for all its trappings of perversity is curiously old-fashioned, ultimately reliant on the whims of domineering, toxic men. It¡¯s an absorbing, fluid narrative, although now more period piece than cutting-edge fiction, but also quite a sad one, like reading a slightly sanitised version of Kathy Acker or Cookie Mueller that lacks Acker¡¯s or Mueller¡¯s defiance and ability to self-parody. Trans by David James Karashima.
October 15, 2010
I was introduced to Hitomi Kanehara at an author event with Melvin Burgess. He talked about several YA books by Japanese authors who didn't try to write about adults in teenage disguise but about real teenagers. I was very intrigued and bought the tiny book that is Snakes and Earrings. My friend Sabrina and I read it and we just couldn't stop thinking and talking about this book.
The book has extremely explicit content and I will mention that content in my review, so if you are faint-hearted, please, do not read any further. (I'm talking about tattoos, piercings, sex, alcohol, drugs, self mutilation)
Lui, self destruction and depression
As my friend pointed out, Lui is possibly suffering from depression. half of the time she feels numb and the other she abuses her body in all possible way, in an attempt to feel something. But the book is extremely surprising and what you feel will happen to Lui doesn't really happen.
You never know if you have to blame Lui for what happens or pity her, and I felt that the book wasn't exactly about this. It is a glimpse into this girl's self destructive circle. She stays with Ama and you can see he has so many feelings for her that she is incapable to share or reciprocate.
Lui is also a masochist, she enjoys being hurt in sexual relations. I would link this to the fact that she has no respect for her body, but anyone could have these tastes. It is undeniably creepy to read some of the scenes, but it is interesting to see how Lui conceives it in her head.
Counter-culture in Japan
The depiction of counter-culture in Japan is simply mesmerizing. This is why I love reading translated books from foreign countries, you learn so much! I had no idea that groups like "Barbie girls" and "punks" were so distinctive in Japan.
It is also always very interesting to read about people living on the fringe. Our lives are so organised and ruled by social conventions that sometimes we might forget who we are. People living on the fringe don't have this need to abide by the rules and are, in a way, much more natural than we are.
The book also shows a new generation. If earlier generations were rebellious or ambitious, we are, if anything, a bored generation. Nothing surprises us or moves us. We have even stopped dreaming. We live in a state of suspension from which nothing can shake us except fake emotions and convictions. When I read about Lui's story, I saw that in her.
Tattoos and piercing
To which extent are they a form of art? This is an endless question and there isn't one answer. As a fan of the form of art, I would agree with Shiba's vision of them. They are a way to magnify the body, not change it. Whereas Lui doesn't have any respect or consideration for her body. The book is an interesting way to explore this theme and see the two visions. By experience, not two tattoo artist or tattooed person have the same conception of what a tattoo or a piercing is. As widespread as the practice might be, it is a very personal experience.
Lui is first attracted to Ama because she is fascinated by his forked tongue. She decides to do this to herself (the process includes to get your tongue pierced and then to stretch the hole progressively). She also wants a unique tattoo and asks Shiba to design it. The descriptions are completely realistic and people not familiar with them might be a little put off.
The style of the book
I feel that this book wants to depict reality as it is and not create a false image of teenagers with a conscience or with any sense of responsability. I find the style haunting. This story creeps on you and you find yourself vehemently disliking Lui for what she does to herself and others. But she grows on you at some point.
This is a masterpiece of a book. It is short but will give you a sense of whole which only a 700+ pages book can do. It is simply marvelous and an incredible way to make you discover another culture, another way of life, and yourself - maybe - in the process.
It may be a Young Adult book but obviously not for our standards since it was published as an adult book in the UK and has so much explicit content I cannot even begin to enumerate it. So consider yourself informed!
The book has extremely explicit content and I will mention that content in my review, so if you are faint-hearted, please, do not read any further. (I'm talking about tattoos, piercings, sex, alcohol, drugs, self mutilation)
Lui, self destruction and depression
As my friend pointed out, Lui is possibly suffering from depression. half of the time she feels numb and the other she abuses her body in all possible way, in an attempt to feel something. But the book is extremely surprising and what you feel will happen to Lui doesn't really happen.
You never know if you have to blame Lui for what happens or pity her, and I felt that the book wasn't exactly about this. It is a glimpse into this girl's self destructive circle. She stays with Ama and you can see he has so many feelings for her that she is incapable to share or reciprocate.
Lui is also a masochist, she enjoys being hurt in sexual relations. I would link this to the fact that she has no respect for her body, but anyone could have these tastes. It is undeniably creepy to read some of the scenes, but it is interesting to see how Lui conceives it in her head.
Counter-culture in Japan
The depiction of counter-culture in Japan is simply mesmerizing. This is why I love reading translated books from foreign countries, you learn so much! I had no idea that groups like "Barbie girls" and "punks" were so distinctive in Japan.
It is also always very interesting to read about people living on the fringe. Our lives are so organised and ruled by social conventions that sometimes we might forget who we are. People living on the fringe don't have this need to abide by the rules and are, in a way, much more natural than we are.
The book also shows a new generation. If earlier generations were rebellious or ambitious, we are, if anything, a bored generation. Nothing surprises us or moves us. We have even stopped dreaming. We live in a state of suspension from which nothing can shake us except fake emotions and convictions. When I read about Lui's story, I saw that in her.
Tattoos and piercing
To which extent are they a form of art? This is an endless question and there isn't one answer. As a fan of the form of art, I would agree with Shiba's vision of them. They are a way to magnify the body, not change it. Whereas Lui doesn't have any respect or consideration for her body. The book is an interesting way to explore this theme and see the two visions. By experience, not two tattoo artist or tattooed person have the same conception of what a tattoo or a piercing is. As widespread as the practice might be, it is a very personal experience.
Lui is first attracted to Ama because she is fascinated by his forked tongue. She decides to do this to herself (the process includes to get your tongue pierced and then to stretch the hole progressively). She also wants a unique tattoo and asks Shiba to design it. The descriptions are completely realistic and people not familiar with them might be a little put off.
The style of the book
I feel that this book wants to depict reality as it is and not create a false image of teenagers with a conscience or with any sense of responsability. I find the style haunting. This story creeps on you and you find yourself vehemently disliking Lui for what she does to herself and others. But she grows on you at some point.
This is a masterpiece of a book. It is short but will give you a sense of whole which only a 700+ pages book can do. It is simply marvelous and an incredible way to make you discover another culture, another way of life, and yourself - maybe - in the process.
It may be a Young Adult book but obviously not for our standards since it was published as an adult book in the UK and has so much explicit content I cannot even begin to enumerate it. So consider yourself informed!
November 30, 2022
You may occasionally have the sense that you enjoy a book but not really understand why. For me, this is one of those books. I was left wanting more after this took about 40 minutes to finish. I became engrossed in the characters' stories and yearned for more. Events are really believable and it's raw.
And the weird thing is that I was browsing Instagram last night while looking at different types of nose piercings and earrings. They have always captivated my attention.
You know, it's quite odd that I enjoyed this book given that it had no real subject matter and no discernible plot. I enjoyed reading about the three guys and their bizarre lives. Simply told, I found it enjoyable.
There is also a movie, which I might watch or not. I want to visualise Shiba San and Ama.
Before she began writing novels, the author was a homeless person, and in her writing, which is quite real, I can feel the ailments she suffered from.
I would like to put it here. I wouldn't have liked this book if a male author had written it. I'm not sure how that comes out, but it's the truth.
My love for Japanese literature has never wavered, and it will always have a special place in my heart.
And the weird thing is that I was browsing Instagram last night while looking at different types of nose piercings and earrings. They have always captivated my attention.
You know, it's quite odd that I enjoyed this book given that it had no real subject matter and no discernible plot. I enjoyed reading about the three guys and their bizarre lives. Simply told, I found it enjoyable.
There is also a movie, which I might watch or not. I want to visualise Shiba San and Ama.
Before she began writing novels, the author was a homeless person, and in her writing, which is quite real, I can feel the ailments she suffered from.
I would like to put it here. I wouldn't have liked this book if a male author had written it. I'm not sure how that comes out, but it's the truth.
My love for Japanese literature has never wavered, and it will always have a special place in my heart.
February 23, 2020
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June 12, 2021
A vulnerable and very quirky read that reminded me of high school. I really enjoyed it.
There's something that I can't put my finger on that I love about Japanese writers.
I'm speculating that it's because: 1) they're skilled in setting the real world just slightly more askew than it is 2) they're masters at quietly magnifying the most intimate and heartbreaking, insane moments in personal relationships and 3) they have an OD-level of self/human-awareness that they do not always know what to do with, but that always makes a great story. It's like Japanese writers constantly dive deep into the inner-workings of one's relationship with themselves while heaping on pounds of absurdity, awkwardness and reflectiveness. I love it. Also, they don't try to make their characters into superhuman versions of themselves, especially when being destructive, like American writers do.
Vulnerability that's not facetious? It's special. It's here in this book. The confusion, ignorance and mistakes made in youth? Right here. A completely deranged (yet understandable in certain lights) element to the story? Also, here in Snakes and Earrings.
Anyway, this book was weird and reminded me of being an 18-year-old goth kid hanging around with folks I shouldn't have been. For a book that I found in my building lobby last night, I enjoyed it immensely. I wrote more about my experience with it, .
There's something that I can't put my finger on that I love about Japanese writers.
I'm speculating that it's because: 1) they're skilled in setting the real world just slightly more askew than it is 2) they're masters at quietly magnifying the most intimate and heartbreaking, insane moments in personal relationships and 3) they have an OD-level of self/human-awareness that they do not always know what to do with, but that always makes a great story. It's like Japanese writers constantly dive deep into the inner-workings of one's relationship with themselves while heaping on pounds of absurdity, awkwardness and reflectiveness. I love it. Also, they don't try to make their characters into superhuman versions of themselves, especially when being destructive, like American writers do.
Vulnerability that's not facetious? It's special. It's here in this book. The confusion, ignorance and mistakes made in youth? Right here. A completely deranged (yet understandable in certain lights) element to the story? Also, here in Snakes and Earrings.
Anyway, this book was weird and reminded me of being an 18-year-old goth kid hanging around with folks I shouldn't have been. For a book that I found in my building lobby last night, I enjoyed it immensely. I wrote more about my experience with it, .
July 15, 2020
Unlike Ryu Murakami's transgressive works, this small book lacks polish. It deals with the immature, shallow concerns of its adolescent characters with stark, unapologetic realism. Edgy in the extreme, but lacking depth of any appreciable kind, it reads quickly and has all of the trappings of a bestselling Japanese alternative pop literary prize winner. It is a shame that the Akutagawa Prize is handed out to such amateurish attention-grabbing authors, which make their way into English, but cannot compete with even the common run of American rebellious teen novels.
September 15, 2007
This book made me feel like I was in workshop again and reading the first draft of someone's manuscript. I don't know if something got lost in translation, but the writing isn't sophisticated -- it seems really amateurish. (And yes, I realize this is first novel, but the writing still bothers me. Everything is overwritten, and there are a lot of cliches.) The dialogue is choppy in a bad way. (I really hate it when people tag their dialogue with adverbs because the actual dialogue itself/context that it's in should convey how the words are said, thereby making the use of adverbs totally unnecessary.) Also, I feel like some of the body-piercing stuff is wrong. For example, has anyone ever heard of anyone getting their tongue pierced with a piercing gun?? I haven't -- and I had my tongue pierced for six years. As far as I know, piercers use a needle, not a gun. (Who knows -- maybe they do it differently in Japan.) I've also never heard of anyone saying that the tongue is the most painful part of the body to get pierced. Everyone I know who's gotten their tongue pierced (including myself) didn't think it hurt much at all. (I immediately went home and ate mashed potatoes after my piercing -- no problem.) Since piercing is such a major theme in this book, you'd think this stuff should at least be accurate.
January 5, 2020
Hen¨¹z T¨¹rk?eye ?evrilmemi? ¡®Snakes and Earrings¡¯den bahsetmek istiyorum size. 2004 senesinde yay?mlanan bu roman Hitomi Kanehara¡¯n?n ilk eseri olma ?zelli?ini ta??yor. Son derece s?ra d??? olan bu kitap, ¡®v¨¹cut modifikasyonu¡¯ olarak adland?r?lan d?vme ve piercingten ?te v¨¹cudun yap?s?n? ve ?eklini de?i?tirme amac? ta??yan ak?m? ele al?yor. Bunu merkezinde i?lerken bir yandan da a?k, tutku, ac? ve ?l¨¹m temalar? etraf?nda dolanan psikolojik gerilim t¨¹r¨¹nde bir hik?ye anlat?yor.
On dokuz ya??ndaki Lui bir gece ?atal dili olan bir adamla tan???yor ve onun pe?inden kendi v¨¹cudunu de?i?tirme yolculu?u ba?l?yor. K?saca konusunu b?yle ?zetleyebilirim. Yazar?n kendi hayat?n? ticarile?tirilmesiyle ilgili son derece ac?mas?z ele?tiriler alan bu kitap bir yandan da g¨¹n¨¹m¨¹z Japon gen?li?inin pop¨¹ler ya?am tarz?yla ilgili ?arp?c? bir tablo sunuyor. Roman?n ba?ar?l? taraf? da yazar Kanehara¡¯n?n tam da anlatt??? ?eyleri birebir ya?am?? olmas?ndan geliyor. Akutagawa ?d¨¹l¨¹¡¯n¨¹n en gen? sahiplerinden biri olan Kanehara¡¯n?n en b¨¹y¨¹k ?ans? ?¨¹phesiz o sene komitede olan Ryu Murakami¡¯dir. Politik-aktivist-ayk?r? yazar Ryu Murakami¡¯nin anlatmay? tercih etti?i Japonya¡¯n?n karanl?k y¨¹z¨¹n¨¹n bizzat bir ferdi ?¨¹nk¨¹ Kanehara. Kendi ki?isel hayat? verdi?i deme?lerle o kadar tart???l?yor ki bir s¨¹reli?ine eser unutuluyor. Herkes intihara meyilli, kendine zarar veren, seks d¨¹?k¨¹n¨¹, sadizm ve mazo?izm k¨¹lt¨¹r¨¹n¨¹ tan?yan, ba??ml?l?klar? olan bu k?zdan bahsetmek istiyor o d?nem. Herkes eseri yazar?n bir yans?mas? olarak ele al?p, bir sansasyonel dalgas?yla birlikte roman?n rekor rakamlarda okunmas?n? sa?l?yor. Ancak aradan ge?en zaman g?steriyor ki Hitomi Kanehara bir Melissa P. vakaas? olmuyor. Zira eser onlarca dile ?evriliyor ve gen?li?in yozla?m??l??? ve ?zg¨¹rl¨¹?¨¹n¨¹n otantik bir anlat?s? olarak nitelendiriliyor.
Son derece uzun s¨¹ren ve sert ele?tirilerin yaz?ld??? bir tart??ma ortam? yaratt?ktan sonra Kanehara di?er kitaplar?n? pe? pe?e yay?mlayarak bir sabun k?p¨¹?¨¹ olmad???n? kan?tl?yor. Kitap ise ak?llarda anlatt??? hikaye ve v¨¹cut meselesine getirdi?i ayk?r? bak???yla ak?llarda kal?yor. Halen kitab?n sonu hakk?nda tart??malar s¨¹r¨¹yor. ?o?u okur bunun ?ok acemi bir son oldu?unu savunurken daha k¨¹?¨¹k bir kesim tam da hayat?n kendisine denk geldi?ini iddia ediyor. Yani anlayaca??n?z kitapla ilgili hala s¨¹regelen soru i?aretleri var.
Yine de ben t¨¹m bu tart??malar? bir kenara b?rakarak roman? be?endi?imi s?yleyebilirim. Cesur anlat?lar? seviyorum zaten. Beni sadizm ve mazo?izmle ilgili sorgulamalara sevk etmesi ho?uma gitti. Cinsel kimlikler, v¨¹cudu de?i?tirme arzusu, Tanr?¡¯ya kar?? beden ¨¹zerinden bir duru? sergileme ?abas?, ba??ml?l?k hali¡ Hepsi romanda i? i?e ve lezzetli i?lenmi? bana kal?rsa. Bi?imsel bir tatmin beklemiyordum, yok da zaten. 2000 sonras? Japon edebiyat?nda i?eri?in bi?imin ?ok ?n¨¹ne ge?ti?ine ?ahit oluyoruz hep. ¡®?tiraflar¡¯, ¡®Kasiyer¡¯, ¡®H?rs?z¡¯, ¡®Mutfak¡¯ vb gibi T¨¹rk?ede de okuyabilece?imiz bir?ok ?rnek var elimizde. Bunun sonu nereye gidecek bilmiyorum. Hatta Japon edebiyat?ndaki bu devinmenin ortaya ??kard??? Haruki Murakami canavar? da var ?n¨¹m¨¹zde kocaman. Yine de o kabu?un bir g¨¹n k?r?laca??n? umuyorum.
Kitaba ?ans verin derim. De?i?iklik iyidir. Hem belki dilinize bir piercing takt?r?rs?n?z, belli mi olur?:)
Herkese iyi okumalar.
7/10
On dokuz ya??ndaki Lui bir gece ?atal dili olan bir adamla tan???yor ve onun pe?inden kendi v¨¹cudunu de?i?tirme yolculu?u ba?l?yor. K?saca konusunu b?yle ?zetleyebilirim. Yazar?n kendi hayat?n? ticarile?tirilmesiyle ilgili son derece ac?mas?z ele?tiriler alan bu kitap bir yandan da g¨¹n¨¹m¨¹z Japon gen?li?inin pop¨¹ler ya?am tarz?yla ilgili ?arp?c? bir tablo sunuyor. Roman?n ba?ar?l? taraf? da yazar Kanehara¡¯n?n tam da anlatt??? ?eyleri birebir ya?am?? olmas?ndan geliyor. Akutagawa ?d¨¹l¨¹¡¯n¨¹n en gen? sahiplerinden biri olan Kanehara¡¯n?n en b¨¹y¨¹k ?ans? ?¨¹phesiz o sene komitede olan Ryu Murakami¡¯dir. Politik-aktivist-ayk?r? yazar Ryu Murakami¡¯nin anlatmay? tercih etti?i Japonya¡¯n?n karanl?k y¨¹z¨¹n¨¹n bizzat bir ferdi ?¨¹nk¨¹ Kanehara. Kendi ki?isel hayat? verdi?i deme?lerle o kadar tart???l?yor ki bir s¨¹reli?ine eser unutuluyor. Herkes intihara meyilli, kendine zarar veren, seks d¨¹?k¨¹n¨¹, sadizm ve mazo?izm k¨¹lt¨¹r¨¹n¨¹ tan?yan, ba??ml?l?klar? olan bu k?zdan bahsetmek istiyor o d?nem. Herkes eseri yazar?n bir yans?mas? olarak ele al?p, bir sansasyonel dalgas?yla birlikte roman?n rekor rakamlarda okunmas?n? sa?l?yor. Ancak aradan ge?en zaman g?steriyor ki Hitomi Kanehara bir Melissa P. vakaas? olmuyor. Zira eser onlarca dile ?evriliyor ve gen?li?in yozla?m??l??? ve ?zg¨¹rl¨¹?¨¹n¨¹n otantik bir anlat?s? olarak nitelendiriliyor.
Son derece uzun s¨¹ren ve sert ele?tirilerin yaz?ld??? bir tart??ma ortam? yaratt?ktan sonra Kanehara di?er kitaplar?n? pe? pe?e yay?mlayarak bir sabun k?p¨¹?¨¹ olmad???n? kan?tl?yor. Kitap ise ak?llarda anlatt??? hikaye ve v¨¹cut meselesine getirdi?i ayk?r? bak???yla ak?llarda kal?yor. Halen kitab?n sonu hakk?nda tart??malar s¨¹r¨¹yor. ?o?u okur bunun ?ok acemi bir son oldu?unu savunurken daha k¨¹?¨¹k bir kesim tam da hayat?n kendisine denk geldi?ini iddia ediyor. Yani anlayaca??n?z kitapla ilgili hala s¨¹regelen soru i?aretleri var.
Yine de ben t¨¹m bu tart??malar? bir kenara b?rakarak roman? be?endi?imi s?yleyebilirim. Cesur anlat?lar? seviyorum zaten. Beni sadizm ve mazo?izmle ilgili sorgulamalara sevk etmesi ho?uma gitti. Cinsel kimlikler, v¨¹cudu de?i?tirme arzusu, Tanr?¡¯ya kar?? beden ¨¹zerinden bir duru? sergileme ?abas?, ba??ml?l?k hali¡ Hepsi romanda i? i?e ve lezzetli i?lenmi? bana kal?rsa. Bi?imsel bir tatmin beklemiyordum, yok da zaten. 2000 sonras? Japon edebiyat?nda i?eri?in bi?imin ?ok ?n¨¹ne ge?ti?ine ?ahit oluyoruz hep. ¡®?tiraflar¡¯, ¡®Kasiyer¡¯, ¡®H?rs?z¡¯, ¡®Mutfak¡¯ vb gibi T¨¹rk?ede de okuyabilece?imiz bir?ok ?rnek var elimizde. Bunun sonu nereye gidecek bilmiyorum. Hatta Japon edebiyat?ndaki bu devinmenin ortaya ??kard??? Haruki Murakami canavar? da var ?n¨¹m¨¹zde kocaman. Yine de o kabu?un bir g¨¹n k?r?laca??n? umuyorum.
Kitaba ?ans verin derim. De?i?iklik iyidir. Hem belki dilinize bir piercing takt?r?rs?n?z, belli mi olur?:)
Herkese iyi okumalar.
7/10
May 13, 2013
Garbage.
August 11, 2007
one day y___ left it on a table and then i accidentally read the entire thing in the time he went for a walk and came back.
short and simple novella written by what was apparently a rather young author, which is where the hype comes from. all i can say is: i think i could write better than that, except that i dont want to write out a predictable, thinly veiled semi-autobiography of my life. however i'm sure the thought of a barely legal girl writing about sex surely gets many middle aged male publishers and reader alike all hot, excited, and bothered, so thusly its not surprising that its popular.
short and simple novella written by what was apparently a rather young author, which is where the hype comes from. all i can say is: i think i could write better than that, except that i dont want to write out a predictable, thinly veiled semi-autobiography of my life. however i'm sure the thought of a barely legal girl writing about sex surely gets many middle aged male publishers and reader alike all hot, excited, and bothered, so thusly its not surprising that its popular.
September 17, 2019
There were moments that were interesting in this book, but they were few and far apart.
My main issue with this book was how unlikeable the characters were. Every one of the three main characters was well-conceived, but hard to care about in the end.
I admit the subject matter of piercings and body modification is not of interest to me, but the characters did not have that certain spark that makes a character whole.
My main issue with this book was how unlikeable the characters were. Every one of the three main characters was well-conceived, but hard to care about in the end.
I admit the subject matter of piercings and body modification is not of interest to me, but the characters did not have that certain spark that makes a character whole.
April 21, 2023
???1/2
Romanzo breve noir a tinte punk, sotterraneo, dove i piercing e i tatuaggi ne sono i protagonisti, ma protagonisti inconsapevoli della deriva masochista di una ragazza molto giovane, che vede nel suo quotidiano vivere il nulla, l'oblio.
Lu¨¬, la nostra protagonista, ha un sogno o forse sarebbe meglio dire, un'ossessione paranoica per la lingua biforcuta dopo averla vista dal suo ragazzo Ama e non c'¨¨ nulla che la distolga da questa fissazione. Cos¨¬ parte per questo percorso di vita esistenziale, che la porter¨¤ a conoscere nel pi¨´ intimo la perversione e la natura pi¨´ estrema delle ossessioni!
Romanzo underground, scritto da una ragazza appena ventenne, che ha fatto scalpore, forse perch¨¨ in generale le masse non vogliono vedere ci¨° che si cela dietro le apparenze?
Molto anticonvenzionale sia per argomentazioni che per scrittura e svolgimento!
Avrei solo voluto abitare in un qualche mondo sotterraneo, dove per lo meno non arrivasse la luce del sole. Possibile che non esista un posto senza le risate dei bambini e le serenate d'amore?
Romanzo breve noir a tinte punk, sotterraneo, dove i piercing e i tatuaggi ne sono i protagonisti, ma protagonisti inconsapevoli della deriva masochista di una ragazza molto giovane, che vede nel suo quotidiano vivere il nulla, l'oblio.
Lu¨¬, la nostra protagonista, ha un sogno o forse sarebbe meglio dire, un'ossessione paranoica per la lingua biforcuta dopo averla vista dal suo ragazzo Ama e non c'¨¨ nulla che la distolga da questa fissazione. Cos¨¬ parte per questo percorso di vita esistenziale, che la porter¨¤ a conoscere nel pi¨´ intimo la perversione e la natura pi¨´ estrema delle ossessioni!
Romanzo underground, scritto da una ragazza appena ventenne, che ha fatto scalpore, forse perch¨¨ in generale le masse non vogliono vedere ci¨° che si cela dietro le apparenze?
Molto anticonvenzionale sia per argomentazioni che per scrittura e svolgimento!
Avrei solo voluto abitare in un qualche mondo sotterraneo, dove per lo meno non arrivasse la luce del sole. Possibile che non esista un posto senza le risate dei bambini e le serenate d'amore?
March 30, 2019
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I read this because Namjoon suggested it; almost gave up five pages into the book but I finished it anyway, glad I did.
The story is of a young girl who finds a guy fascinating because of his body modification and ends up moving in with him pretty much immediately. He takes her to his friends tattoo parlour, to do the same modification, and she ends up having an ¡®affair¡¯ with tattoo guy. What I liked was the development of her character, even though it was just over a 100 pages you could really see her progress- in thoughts, in actions.
It was a SMIDGE too graphic for me (pls note sarcasm, the characters were all teenagers and that bugged me to no end that they were doing shit like this), but it was an interesting read I must say.
I read this because Namjoon suggested it; almost gave up five pages into the book but I finished it anyway, glad I did.
The story is of a young girl who finds a guy fascinating because of his body modification and ends up moving in with him pretty much immediately. He takes her to his friends tattoo parlour, to do the same modification, and she ends up having an ¡®affair¡¯ with tattoo guy. What I liked was the development of her character, even though it was just over a 100 pages you could really see her progress- in thoughts, in actions.
It was a SMIDGE too graphic for me (pls note sarcasm, the characters were all teenagers and that bugged me to no end that they were doing shit like this), but it was an interesting read I must say.
August 24, 2022
Realisticamente 3 stelline, ma per il valore dell¡¯opera se ne potrebbero azzardare anche 4. Letto in due ore e apprezzatissimo. Chi d¨¤ una stella non ha palesemente mai avuto mezzo contatto con la cultura giapponese e non ha compreso il fattore shock che un testo del genere ha avuto su una societ¨¤ come la ¡°loro¡± (e non ¨¦ una colpa, non ¨¦ che tutt? possono sapere tutto, ma neanche fare lo sforzo per guardare al di l¨¤ del proprio naso¡ I mean¡). Per me assolutamente comprensibile il successo che ha avuto: parlare di body modification e sadomaso, di tradimenti e sevizie a una generazione post scoppio della bolla economica? Avanguardia pura. Sicuramente ¨¦ un testo carico di un simbolismo difficile da afferrare (il dragone e il kirin senza pupille sono la chiave di tutto, per me). Vincere l¡¯Akutagawa a 21 anni non ¨¦ da tutt?, che sia meritato o meno non sta a me dirlo. Qui non conta chi siano i protagonisti, non conta sapere niente di loro, se non il fatto che si sentano vivi solo soffrendo, fisicamente e non. Chi cerca protagonisti ben caratterizzati e una trama densa rimarr¨¤ probabilmente delus?. Sar¨¤ che ormai mi nutro di letteratura giapponese e mi ci sto abituando, mah. Unica pecca (forse dovuta alla lettura in digitale dato che il libro ¨¦ fuori catalogo) la traduzione (NON CHE IO POTR? MAI FARE DI MEGLIO ???)???? Non lo so, di certo si sente che non ¨¦ Coci o la Pastore ad aver tradotto ?
August 21, 2016
Can be read in one sitting. It is a hodgepodge of piercings,tattooing,tongue splitting,murder, rape, BDSM and characters without any redemptive qualities. Perhaps something was lost in translation like a fathomable plot, engaging characters or a point.
So,it is safe to say I wouldn't recommend it.
So,it is safe to say I wouldn't recommend it.
September 19, 2021
¡®I was a person who could see no future for myself; a person who cared about no one. I couldn't even understand my own life, which was little more than a pastiche of drunken moments.¡¯
Another reader/reviewer had insisted that the translator needed to be shot. Before reading the book, I was like ¨C isn¡¯t that a bit harsh, no? But after reading the book, I¡¯m more like ¨C that¡¯s a massive understatement. I¡¯ve never read something so cruelly destroyed by a translator. It really reads like it was written by a very inexperienced write. But having said that, the story¡¯s actually brilliant ¨C the original plot shines through the cracks from time to time ¨C and I was able to appreciate it for what it is. This was simply the perfect book for me to read after having just finished by Mieko Kawakami. Kawakami¡¯s book was about an adolescent perception of ¡®love¡¯ and ¡®death¡¯ whereas Kanehara¡¯s leans towards a more ¡®mature¡¯, teenage perspective of similar themes.
¡®It's not as if I'd been expecting great things for myself before that, it's just that now I could clearly imagine myself turning up dead in a gutter somewhere and I didn't even really have the energy to laugh it off¡I'd always been prepared to sell my body if it came down to that. But now I just couldn't bring myself to do anything other than sleep and eat. In fact, I thought I'd rather die than go with stinking middle-aged men. I wondered which would be better¡ªto work as a prostitute to live, or to die rather than work as one? I'd say the latter answer would be the one chosen by the healthy mind, but then again, there's not really anything healthy about being dead.¡¯
¡®He just stared emptily at the beer in his glass for a while, then let out a sigh and said, ¡®I won¡¯t let anybody kill you. Not even yourself. If you decide to take your own life, you have to let me do it. I wouldn't be able to stand anybody but myself determining your fate.¡¯¡¯
Because I¡¯m reading Kanehara¡¯s book as a reader in her twenties, I cringed at some parts (other than being contently triggered by the bad translation). In an almost too close for comfort kind of way, I can¡¯t help but be reminded of my own teenage/high-school experiences. The violence interlaced with romantic ¡®love¡¯ ¨C with a sort of youthful and wild/reckless intensity is not something that¡¯s usually present in later/adult relationships. ¡®Dating¡¯ in one¡¯s twenties and thirties tends to become quite practical for some. More often than not, ¡®love¡¯ and/or infatuation isn¡¯t even the motivation of the endeavour. It¡¯s a lot like ¨C how can this person fit into my life without too much compromise; and vice versa. Also, it makes relationships quite incestuous ¨C in the sense of how by casting those practical lines of thought, one is bound to only attract/be attracted to people from a very similar socioeconomic status, and (I¡¯d even go as far as to say) cultural background. It lacks that ¡®let the person you love kill you¡¯ sentiment Kanehara¡¯s novel reeks of. Maybe it¡¯s not that ¡®older¡¯ romantic relationships are less ¡®thrilling¡¯, but it¡¯s just so much more predictable and data-driven, which is probably another why dating apps like Tinder are so ¡®successful¡¯. But since there is no right or wrong way to go about romance/¡¯love¡¯, who¡¯s to judge, huh? I find the protagonist¡¯s agony over her perpetual internal conflict ¨C of morality/whatnots ¨C in her personal life and otherwise ¨C rather interesting. Kanehara¡¯s ability to capture that youthful ¡®energy¡¯ and perspective of life, love, and death is glorious.
¡®They do say dead men tell no tales after all. In that case, surely there's nothing more meaningless than not being able to give an opinion on anything. It makes me wonder why people fork out fortunes to pay for tombstones. I mean, for me, I've got absolutely no interest in my body if my mind no longer lives in it. I couldn't care less if it was eaten by dogs.¡¯
Although the concept of masochism and sadism is quite central to the story, I thought it felt somewhat underdeveloped. It faintly reminds me of Bataille , but of course he always takes it to the most extreme level (unlike Kanehara). As much as it¡¯s an interesting concept to play with, a half-arsed execution of it makes it such a difficult thing to watch/read ¨C inevitably resulting in an absolutely bad cringe. I do think that Kanehara¡¯s ideas being misfired/not reaching the readers properly is an evidence of the translator¡¯s carelessness. I feel uncomfortable criticising the translator¡¯s work, but it is what it is; and it is only my personal view of it. It would be so pointless to bash out a review if I had to censor my feelings/thoughts. Reading the text makes me wish that I was fluent in Japanese ¨C which unfortunately happens to be the only way one can fully experience Kanehara¡¯s writing at its best. It would be dreamy if literature can do what music can in terms of breaking the language barrier so simply and efficiently ¨C communicating emotionally without certain boundaries. It makes one think of the importance of ¡®tone¡¯ and style in general presented in a work of literature. Is the musicality of a text an important vessel of it? How much can you use of it in a work of prose without having it turn into a composition of verse?
¡®I mean one day, you've got a wonderful new skirt, for example, that makes you feel great. But in just a short time, that skirt's become just another item in your wardrobe. I was kind of fickle like that, I guess, often relegating a thing to the back of the closet after only wearing it two, maybe three times. I guess I tend to see marriage in a similar way too. Just a situation where two people are trying to possess each other. Or even if you're not married, guys still tend to push the same kind of thing, becoming gradually more and more domineering the longer you stay with them. It's what's known as the "why feed a fish if it's already in your net" mentality, but when a fish runs out of food, it has one of two choices: to escape or die. Still the struggle to possess seems to be the unifying element in all relationships.¡¯
Kanehara¡¯s portrayal of female sexuality was so poorly done. There was no evidence of ¡®pleasure¡¯ ever being experienced by the protagonist, but only all that was ¡®done¡¯ to her, and of how she enjoyed playing the ¡®supporting role¡¯. As a contemporary reader, I had rolled my eyes so hard they almost popped like a bubblegum. Sex, and esp. badly composed ¡®sex¡¯ in fiction that doesn¡¯t do anything/enough for the plot just felt tiresome to read, and also unnecessarily pornographic. It¡¯s like those random violent scenes used for cheap shock value (at least of which Kanehara¡¯s book lacked). Also, a shocking lack of physical descriptions. I found it rather difficult to visualise the characters let alone the setting of the novel ¨C other than it being set mostly in a generic tattoo parlour. Now this can¡¯t be the translator¡¯s problem anymore. And finally (my complaints), the climax was also very weakly constructed. I can¡¯t tell if Kanehara had meant for it to be so predictable, but I would have liked it better if it was done differently/more creatively.
¡®Of course, it wasn't as if I was up against the clock or suffering from something terminal; it's just that I was getting this strong feeling that time was running out. Maybe there are just some times in life when things need to be rushed.¡¯
Like Kanehara¡¯s novel, instead of ¡®mourning¡¯ or learning to let go of the past/people, Yonezu Kenshi¡¯s song, seems to suggest that one should not be afraid of embracing it ¨C celebrate it for what it was ¨C and for how it has contributed to your life at present. It reminded me of the state of mind of the protagonist in Kanehara¡¯s book. I thoroughly love the ending of Kanehara¡¯s book (even though it was left quite ¡®open¡¯) ¨C I thought it was perfectly executed, and heartbreakingly cinematic. There¡¯s something so elegant about the humble sun breaking up another day (at the end of Kanehara¡¯s book) ¨C shedding a deceptively hopeful mood, as it coaxes the protagonist into a simple state of idle indulgence ¨C a content, blissful helplessness. Overall, a moderately enjoyable book. The plot/story itself was brilliant, but everything else was done without enough precision/care ¨C and that made it a bit hard to like.
Songs that would 10/10 play well Kanehara¡¯s book :
¡®What a waste of a pretty face. I do know how he feels, though¡I often like to think that if sunlight reached into everywhere on the entire planet, I'd find a way to turn myself into a shadow.¡¯
September 5, 2019
What the hell did I just read??
I was looking for dark, but DAMN, this shit is dark. This is one that you'll either love & devour with all consuming tenacity OR hate with every fiber in your being & curse the book gods for putting it in your hands. Luckily, I fall into the 'loved it' category.
Not gonna lie, this was a screwed up story. It seems like a basic set up at first: a woman meets a man that will forever change the course of her life, and not in a cute way. One thing leads to another and this young woman finds herself in a downward spiral into the dark dregs of society. She ends up playing games with dangerous and unstable men. What could possibly go wrong? Answer: everything and more.
Every character was nonredeemable, with grotesque action after grotesque action. The plot throws together three of the most unlikable and creepily sociopathic characters you'd ever read about, and also gives off an odd mater-of-fact tone to the horrible deeds done. There's no remorse to be found for any of the messed up stuff happening. But I'll be damned if I wasn't hooked on every single word of this book.
I think I've been craving some different types of stories recently, and this one was certainly different. I could not believe what I was reading, and was downright flabbergasted the entire time, but in the best way possible. There's a reason why Snakes and Earrings won a few Japanese literary awards and sold a million copies. Everything about the story is completely bonkers. It's captivating, thrilling, and will make you question the morality of mankind.
All that being said, Snakes and Earrings is not for the faint of heart. Please keep in mind that the author graphically details body modification, intensely violent (yet still consensual) sex, torture, rape, murder, desecration of bodies, and the list goes on. Basically, don't read this if you're squeamish. If you can handle those darker topics, then by all means, jump right into the crazy (borderline edgelord) romp through the streets of Tokyo.
I was looking for dark, but DAMN, this shit is dark. This is one that you'll either love & devour with all consuming tenacity OR hate with every fiber in your being & curse the book gods for putting it in your hands. Luckily, I fall into the 'loved it' category.
Not gonna lie, this was a screwed up story. It seems like a basic set up at first: a woman meets a man that will forever change the course of her life, and not in a cute way. One thing leads to another and this young woman finds herself in a downward spiral into the dark dregs of society. She ends up playing games with dangerous and unstable men. What could possibly go wrong? Answer: everything and more.
Every character was nonredeemable, with grotesque action after grotesque action. The plot throws together three of the most unlikable and creepily sociopathic characters you'd ever read about, and also gives off an odd mater-of-fact tone to the horrible deeds done. There's no remorse to be found for any of the messed up stuff happening. But I'll be damned if I wasn't hooked on every single word of this book.
I think I've been craving some different types of stories recently, and this one was certainly different. I could not believe what I was reading, and was downright flabbergasted the entire time, but in the best way possible. There's a reason why Snakes and Earrings won a few Japanese literary awards and sold a million copies. Everything about the story is completely bonkers. It's captivating, thrilling, and will make you question the morality of mankind.
All that being said, Snakes and Earrings is not for the faint of heart. Please keep in mind that the author graphically details body modification, intensely violent (yet still consensual) sex, torture, rape, murder, desecration of bodies, and the list goes on. Basically, don't read this if you're squeamish. If you can handle those darker topics, then by all means, jump right into the crazy (borderline edgelord) romp through the streets of Tokyo.
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November 20, 2020The speed of some Japanese fiction from the 1990s and 2000s
There is an odd quality in some Japanese fiction about nihilistic, suicidal, or otherwise desperate teenagers: it is written so fast that even the most desolate scenes are easy to read. Compare A.L. Kennedy to this! The incidents and the lives in this book are potentially interesting, but the prose runs so quickly and carelessly that the book is forgettable.
The speed of Japanese fiction was noted in the spring 2008 issue of "Calque," an excellent magazine of translations. Michael Emmerich, writing about Matsuura Rieko, says her output of 6 books of fiction is "astonishing" because it's so small. The author Kakuta Mitsuyo, he says, publishes six books every year. I wonder if the conventions of some Japanese fiction run counter to some of the subject matter.
There is an odd quality in some Japanese fiction about nihilistic, suicidal, or otherwise desperate teenagers: it is written so fast that even the most desolate scenes are easy to read. Compare A.L. Kennedy to this! The incidents and the lives in this book are potentially interesting, but the prose runs so quickly and carelessly that the book is forgettable.
The speed of Japanese fiction was noted in the spring 2008 issue of "Calque," an excellent magazine of translations. Michael Emmerich, writing about Matsuura Rieko, says her output of 6 books of fiction is "astonishing" because it's so small. The author Kakuta Mitsuyo, he says, publishes six books every year. I wonder if the conventions of some Japanese fiction run counter to some of the subject matter.
February 24, 2016
Short, extremely well written (and translated obviously) and very compelling in a way a train wreck is; describing an amoral brutal world of young Tokyo underground, where casual violence, drinking, body mods from the milder to the extreme and a day to day approach to life that leads nowhere, I can see why it won the prestigious Akutagawa prize and sold 1 million plus copies in Japan as well as being translated and reviewed in the English speaking world so well
not for the squeamish, though not as brutal or explicit as it could have been (it still is but I read worse/more), while the violence and darkness is mostly of the immediate, visceral kind which is clearly on the voyeuristic side for readers of books (as the main heroine Lui puts it, she only reads a tabloid where she gets all her info), rather than the psychological darkness and struggles of the more intellectual kind
definitely recommended if in the mood for something like this (the blurb is fairly accurate and the novel is really very short with three main characters and a world that is both immediate/actual and distant/unreal to them)
and for the people who like such, there is a movie adaptation with the same title from 2008 (youtube has both a trailer and parts of it, generally translated) which seems to be very accurately following the novel from what i saw, so you can get a visual feel for the book too
not for the squeamish, though not as brutal or explicit as it could have been (it still is but I read worse/more), while the violence and darkness is mostly of the immediate, visceral kind which is clearly on the voyeuristic side for readers of books (as the main heroine Lui puts it, she only reads a tabloid where she gets all her info), rather than the psychological darkness and struggles of the more intellectual kind
definitely recommended if in the mood for something like this (the blurb is fairly accurate and the novel is really very short with three main characters and a world that is both immediate/actual and distant/unreal to them)
and for the people who like such, there is a movie adaptation with the same title from 2008 (youtube has both a trailer and parts of it, generally translated) which seems to be very accurately following the novel from what i saw, so you can get a visual feel for the book too
July 9, 2018
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May 1, 2018
Knihu som citala bezprostredne po V polevce miso a mala som pocit akoby ju napisal ten isty autor a bola akymsi volnym pokracovanim. Pacila sa mi o trosku viac ako prva zmienena, hodnotenie 3.5* by bolo presnejsie. Myslim, ze u oboch knih su anotacie dost zavadzajuce, ano, su tam nasilnicke i sexualne explicitne sceny, no netvoria gro pribehov. Velmi dobre spracovana psychologizacia postav, lahko citatelne, takze pribeh "odsypa" zaujimave nahliadnutie do zivota sucasnej japonskej mladeze, sveta piercingov a tetovaciek. Pri tych piercingovych scenach mi bolo trochu nevolno :D
January 6, 2020
3.5/5
November 8, 2022
Skoro powie?? ta dosta?a nagrod? im. Ryonosuke Akutagawy ¡ª musz? przeczyta? wi?cej reporta?y o Japonii z pocz?tku tego wieku. Zupe?nie nie rozumiem fenomenu ksi??ki. Nawet nie chodzi o to, ?e akurat mi si? nie podoba?a, a o wszystko, co zosta?o w niej ukazane! Co Japo¨½czycy maj? w g?owach?
July 26, 2009
He who speak with forked tongue...may not necessarily be wise (or some such)...
Fairly simple tome. Japanese urban youth culture. Barbie girl goes to techno club and meets bad boy with a forked snake tongue obtained through gradual body modification/mutilation (take your pick). She becomes fascinated and turned on, they fuck immediately; she becomes immersed in the tattoo and piercing/ body modification world; wants a snake tongue, too, yadda yadda. Kind of fascinating so far as a socio-cultural thing. One bristles at the tongue piercing and slicing descriptions. But one is always interested in learning what goes on out there. Should have this done very quickly; it's super short. This won some sort of prize. So far, not entirely sure why. The author is quite a bit hot looking, maybe that influenced the jury. But it reads smoothly with no roadblocks or excess baggage, and that is something I am appreciating more. If this pre-review contains several instances of political incorrectness, then...it does.
p. 44 (best passage in the book so far):
"I didn't care if Ama was Amadeus. Shiba-san was a son of God, and I was the only unexceptional one among us. All I wanted was to be part of an underground world where the sun doesn't shine, there are no serenades, and the sound of children's laughter is never, ever heard."
Not half bad. I was left a bit undernourished by the lack of any real sense of character or identity about the girl narrator, though. I like that it came to no definite conclusion. The girl has a kind of pointless jaded, outlook. There are huge spoilers in this that I cannot mention; let's just say that a certain impetus for her splitting her tongue is lost. There are ruminations about loss, about how to live, and about how little we know about people we lose. I'm sure I'm missing a lot of metaphorical content about self-identity and body modification and all that. The book didn't really make me want to think much about it, really. To say the least, the 19-year-old gal seems to lack purpose; the attainment of the forked tongue and the elaborate tattoo on her back serves as one, and the attendant pain suggests a sort of purposeful kind of sacrifice and ritual; makes her feel alive. She identifies herself as a masochist at the beginning of the story, but we're never sure if she really is one, wholeheartedly. She surrounds herself with two sensitive bad boys, a classic conceit of chick lit. She wonders if if one or both of them might kill her; she doesn't seem to mind the prospect, or seem bothered that one of them asks if he can fuck her corpse after he kills her. There's a crime tangent in the story; a run-in with a young Yakuza punk that portends danger; and an element of hiding out in the underground. I can't say too much about it; spoilers and all that. Anyway, a good little yarn, but kind of a glorified short story more than a novel of true gravitas, it seemed to me.
Fairly simple tome. Japanese urban youth culture. Barbie girl goes to techno club and meets bad boy with a forked snake tongue obtained through gradual body modification/mutilation (take your pick). She becomes fascinated and turned on, they fuck immediately; she becomes immersed in the tattoo and piercing/ body modification world; wants a snake tongue, too, yadda yadda. Kind of fascinating so far as a socio-cultural thing. One bristles at the tongue piercing and slicing descriptions. But one is always interested in learning what goes on out there. Should have this done very quickly; it's super short. This won some sort of prize. So far, not entirely sure why. The author is quite a bit hot looking, maybe that influenced the jury. But it reads smoothly with no roadblocks or excess baggage, and that is something I am appreciating more. If this pre-review contains several instances of political incorrectness, then...it does.
p. 44 (best passage in the book so far):
"I didn't care if Ama was Amadeus. Shiba-san was a son of God, and I was the only unexceptional one among us. All I wanted was to be part of an underground world where the sun doesn't shine, there are no serenades, and the sound of children's laughter is never, ever heard."
Not half bad. I was left a bit undernourished by the lack of any real sense of character or identity about the girl narrator, though. I like that it came to no definite conclusion. The girl has a kind of pointless jaded, outlook. There are huge spoilers in this that I cannot mention; let's just say that a certain impetus for her splitting her tongue is lost. There are ruminations about loss, about how to live, and about how little we know about people we lose. I'm sure I'm missing a lot of metaphorical content about self-identity and body modification and all that. The book didn't really make me want to think much about it, really. To say the least, the 19-year-old gal seems to lack purpose; the attainment of the forked tongue and the elaborate tattoo on her back serves as one, and the attendant pain suggests a sort of purposeful kind of sacrifice and ritual; makes her feel alive. She identifies herself as a masochist at the beginning of the story, but we're never sure if she really is one, wholeheartedly. She surrounds herself with two sensitive bad boys, a classic conceit of chick lit. She wonders if if one or both of them might kill her; she doesn't seem to mind the prospect, or seem bothered that one of them asks if he can fuck her corpse after he kills her. There's a crime tangent in the story; a run-in with a young Yakuza punk that portends danger; and an element of hiding out in the underground. I can't say too much about it; spoilers and all that. Anyway, a good little yarn, but kind of a glorified short story more than a novel of true gravitas, it seemed to me.
December 13, 2020
Recensione completa:
Serpenti e piercing ¨¨ un romanzo del 2004 di Kanehara Hitomi, pubblicato in Italia da Fazi Editore nel 2005 nella traduzione di Alessandro Clementi. La sua uscita in patria cre¨° un notevole scalpore e segn¨° in qualche modo una frattura nel mondo della letteratura giapponese contemporanea.
Fece scalpore perch¨¦, appunto nel 2004, si aggiudic¨° il prestigioso premio Akutagawa ex-aequo con un altro romanzo, Keritai senaka di Wataya Risa - uscito in italiano con il titolo Solo con gli occhi e pubblicato da Einaudi. Il premio Akutagawa ¨¨ il premio che viene attribuito e assegnato annualmente a opere in realt¨¤ di letteratura alta, e la decisione della giuria di assegnare questo premio a due scrittrici giovanissime (Kanehara classe 1983 e Wataya classe 1984) sconvolse il pubblico.
E la loro giovane et¨¤ entra all¡¯interno della loro scrittura, nonostante i due romanzi siano molto diversi. Sono molto diversi per tematiche, sono molto diversi per lo stile - sicuramente pi¨´ classico quello di Wataya Risa - ma sono accomunati dal fatto che portano all¡¯interno del mondo della letteratura tutto il mondo delle giovani generazioni giapponesi.
Una giovane generazione che ¨¨ figlia dello scoppio della bolla economica dell¡¯inizio anni Novanta, quindi ¨¨ figlia di un momento di smarrimento profondo del Giappone, perch¨¦ la crisi economica porta ovviamente anche a una crisi di valori, una crisi degli stili di vita e dei modelli che fino a quel momento si erano rivelati comunque vincenti. E il ritratto di questa giovane generazione ce la restituisce smarrita, priva di punti di riferimento, priva di obiettivi, priva di scopo.
In realt¨¤, le giovani generazioni sembrano dominate dal consumismo. Il Giappone intero in questi anni, che sono gi¨¤ anni di crisi economica, sembra dominato da un ossessione per il consumo: un consumo che non ¨¨ pi¨´ soltanto di oggetti ma diventa un consumo anche dei rapporti, delle persone. Ecco, questo ¨¨ il mondo che emerge nei romanzi di queste giovani scrittrici, con tutte le problematiche e tutte le difficolt¨¤ connesse appunto al diventare adulti in un momento cos¨¬ complesso e cos¨¬ difficile per il Giappone e per la storia della cultura giapponese.
A parte questo poi i romanzi delle due scrittrici sono profondamente diversi. Sicuramente pi¨´ crudo, sicuramente pi¨´ provocatorio il romanzo di Kanehara Hitomi. Serpenti e piercing, in giapponese Hebi ni piasu, fa riferimento a una forma estrema di piercing che ¨¨ lo split tongue, che infatti attraversa le pagine del romanzo. Anzi il romanzo inizia proprio con una scena in cui ci viene presentata questa pratica.
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Serpenti e piercing ¨¨ un romanzo del 2004 di Kanehara Hitomi, pubblicato in Italia da Fazi Editore nel 2005 nella traduzione di Alessandro Clementi. La sua uscita in patria cre¨° un notevole scalpore e segn¨° in qualche modo una frattura nel mondo della letteratura giapponese contemporanea.
Fece scalpore perch¨¦, appunto nel 2004, si aggiudic¨° il prestigioso premio Akutagawa ex-aequo con un altro romanzo, Keritai senaka di Wataya Risa - uscito in italiano con il titolo Solo con gli occhi e pubblicato da Einaudi. Il premio Akutagawa ¨¨ il premio che viene attribuito e assegnato annualmente a opere in realt¨¤ di letteratura alta, e la decisione della giuria di assegnare questo premio a due scrittrici giovanissime (Kanehara classe 1983 e Wataya classe 1984) sconvolse il pubblico.
E la loro giovane et¨¤ entra all¡¯interno della loro scrittura, nonostante i due romanzi siano molto diversi. Sono molto diversi per tematiche, sono molto diversi per lo stile - sicuramente pi¨´ classico quello di Wataya Risa - ma sono accomunati dal fatto che portano all¡¯interno del mondo della letteratura tutto il mondo delle giovani generazioni giapponesi.
Una giovane generazione che ¨¨ figlia dello scoppio della bolla economica dell¡¯inizio anni Novanta, quindi ¨¨ figlia di un momento di smarrimento profondo del Giappone, perch¨¦ la crisi economica porta ovviamente anche a una crisi di valori, una crisi degli stili di vita e dei modelli che fino a quel momento si erano rivelati comunque vincenti. E il ritratto di questa giovane generazione ce la restituisce smarrita, priva di punti di riferimento, priva di obiettivi, priva di scopo.
In realt¨¤, le giovani generazioni sembrano dominate dal consumismo. Il Giappone intero in questi anni, che sono gi¨¤ anni di crisi economica, sembra dominato da un ossessione per il consumo: un consumo che non ¨¨ pi¨´ soltanto di oggetti ma diventa un consumo anche dei rapporti, delle persone. Ecco, questo ¨¨ il mondo che emerge nei romanzi di queste giovani scrittrici, con tutte le problematiche e tutte le difficolt¨¤ connesse appunto al diventare adulti in un momento cos¨¬ complesso e cos¨¬ difficile per il Giappone e per la storia della cultura giapponese.
A parte questo poi i romanzi delle due scrittrici sono profondamente diversi. Sicuramente pi¨´ crudo, sicuramente pi¨´ provocatorio il romanzo di Kanehara Hitomi. Serpenti e piercing, in giapponese Hebi ni piasu, fa riferimento a una forma estrema di piercing che ¨¨ lo split tongue, che infatti attraversa le pagine del romanzo. Anzi il romanzo inizia proprio con una scena in cui ci viene presentata questa pratica.
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April 23, 2013
Lui is 19 and sick of being a good girl all dressed in pink and kawaii. She moves in with a violent boyfriend full of tattoos and piercings, and when he suggests piercing her tongue, she goes with it. It's all good and well until he introduces her to his tattoo artist, who enjoys inflicting pain a little more than most people... not that Lui minds.
Kanehara was 19 when she wrote this, a short novella of just 80 pages of three people pulling each other down into co-dependancy, alcohol and consensual violence, and it shows. Not that it's bad, absolutely not; much like Ryu Murakami's brilliant Almost Transparent Blue (Murakami wrote the foreword to this book too), it's a story of young people cut off from all accepted roles in Japanese society and responding by seeking pleasure in self-destruction, but where Murakami's story echoes on lots of different levels, Kanehara deliberately refuses to delve beneath the surface (fittingly for a book about people who change their skin to reflect how empty they feel on the inside). Lui is a frighteningly blank narrator; everything that happens to her, including her lover asking her if he can kill her, is dismissed with "that's OK." By limiting the story to what the emotionally dead Lui can be bothered to tell us, we end up with a story where almost every single thing that happens is related in the same bored monotone with no justification of why anybody does anything, forcing the reader to ask - if they care - just why these people act the way they do. If you find it genuinely affecting and thought-provoking, or just gratuitous shock value, will probably be different for each reader. I find myself somewhere in the middle.
Kanehara was 19 when she wrote this, a short novella of just 80 pages of three people pulling each other down into co-dependancy, alcohol and consensual violence, and it shows. Not that it's bad, absolutely not; much like Ryu Murakami's brilliant Almost Transparent Blue (Murakami wrote the foreword to this book too), it's a story of young people cut off from all accepted roles in Japanese society and responding by seeking pleasure in self-destruction, but where Murakami's story echoes on lots of different levels, Kanehara deliberately refuses to delve beneath the surface (fittingly for a book about people who change their skin to reflect how empty they feel on the inside). Lui is a frighteningly blank narrator; everything that happens to her, including her lover asking her if he can kill her, is dismissed with "that's OK." By limiting the story to what the emotionally dead Lui can be bothered to tell us, we end up with a story where almost every single thing that happens is related in the same bored monotone with no justification of why anybody does anything, forcing the reader to ask - if they care - just why these people act the way they do. If you find it genuinely affecting and thought-provoking, or just gratuitous shock value, will probably be different for each reader. I find myself somewhere in the middle.
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