Revenge: Eleven Dark Tales
"It's not only Murakami but in addition the shadow of Borges that hovers over this enthralling booklet… [and] one could notice a moderate bow to the yankee macabre of E.A. Poe. Ogawa stands at the shoulders of giants, as one other asserting is going. yet this assortment might linger on your brain ― it does in mine ― as a scrumptious, complicated, soaking up and by some means singular experience." ―Alan Cheuse, NPR
Sinister forces collide---and unite a bunch of determined characters---in this eerie cycle of interwoven stories from Yoko Ogawa, the significantly acclaimed writer of The Housekeeper and the Professor.
An aspiring author strikes right into a new residence and discovers that her landlady has murdered her husband. in other places, an entire health practitioner is approached through a cabaret singer, whose appealing visual appeal belies the ugly of her middle. And whereas the surgeon's jealous lover vows to kill him, a violent envy additionally stirs within the soul of a lonely craftsman. wish meets with impulse and erupts, attracting the eye of the surgeon's neighbor---who is attracted to a decaying place of dwelling that's now domestic to tools of human torture. Murderers and mourners, moms and youngsters, fans and blameless bystanders---their fates converge in an ominous and darkly attractive web.
Yoko Ogawa's Revenge is a grasp type within the macabre that would hang-out you to the final web page.
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