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Title | : | In the Miso Soup |
Author | : | Ryū Murakami |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 224 pages |
Published | : | March 28th 2006 by Penguin (first published 1997) |
Categories | : | Fiction. Horror. Cultural. Japan. Asian Literature. Japanese Literature. Thriller. Mystery. Crime |
Ryū Murakami
Paperback | Pages: 224 pages Rating: 3.59 | 17415 Users | 1418 Reviews
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It is just before New Year's. Frank, an overweight American tourist, has hired Kenji to take him on a guided tour of Tokyo's sleazy nightlife on three successive evenings. But Frank's behavior is so strange that Kenji begins to entertain a horrible suspicion: that his new client is in fact the serial killer currently terrorizing the city. It isn't until later, however, that Kenji learns exactly how much he has to fear and how irrevocably his encounter with this great white whale of an American will change his life.Point Books Supposing In the Miso Soup
Original Title: | イン ザ・ミソスープ [In Za Misosūpu] ISBN13 9780143035695 |
Edition Language: | English |
Setting: | Tokyo(Japan) |
Literary Awards: | Yomiuri Prize 読売文学賞 for Fiction (1997) |
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Ratings: 3.59 From 17415 Users | 1418 ReviewsWrite-Up Based On Books In the Miso Soup
This is an ugly book full of ugly things. Ryu Murakami had a story to tell and he wasn't going to flinch from the hard parts. Certain sections are unbelievable, but what he does get right he nails. I was affected by this on a deep level. I've long been desensitized to brutal violence, so it takes a special brand of horror to disturb me. Murakami did just that. I cannot speak to how well written the novel is because I don't read Japanese, therefore I cannot give credit to Murakami as a writer. IReading this novel is like going to McDonald, buying a Big Mac and finding a severed eyeball under the bun....Then putting the bun back on and eating it, eyeball and all. 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. Yet In The Miso Soup remains riveting throughout its
This is probably the most mixed I've felt about any of the books we've read so far for the Year of Horror Book Club. I enjoyed the 1st and middle portions of the book (dear god the middle!!!), but the last portion left me feeling a bit empty. It's a strange, gory, little book, and I do think it's worth a quick read. Full review here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZk3q...
In the Miso Soup follows the 20-year-old tour guide Kenji in the nights leading up to New Years as he shows Japans sex district to an American tourist who happens to be a pathological liar and may be responsible for the grisly murder and cutting-up-in-bits of a school-age prostitute (yes, your favorite kind). Unlike other page turners, In the Miso Soup creates a story that never comes at the cost of character. Murakami has an impressive ability to convey individuals through a select number of
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. 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
4.5 "chilling, existential and misanthropic" stars !!! 9th Favorite Read of 2015 This book was given to me by my partner as I am waiting for Ms. Alice Munro's "Dear Life: Stories." from the library. I was very wary when he gave this to me because I do not like gratuitous violence that leaves one feeling desensitized or empty.This little novel was so much more though. It was a foray into the interactions between a lost young Japanese Man and a middle aged American psychopath so intelligent and
Ive always thought there was something to be said about the strange fascination that American and Japanese culture share with one another. Maybe one of my peers, guilty too of shamelessly mythologizing the East (since we Americans are without the millennial long view of a mythology, or rather what myths there were to be had those first settlers rubbed out with the natives) will put together the defining treatise on the matter. If so in my lifetime, then that author already has themselves one
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