I've read some weird stuff in my lifetime. While I don't gravitate towards it much these days, I have enough faith in my continually honed reading comprehension, if not my greater knowledge of history outside the pale, to be able to get through something densely referential with some minimum amount of appreciation. This particular work was just...well. Perhaps reading this was why, in a recent review, I commented on how certain demographics can stuff all sorts of violently sordid incomprehensibility and come out with a praised "subversive" label while others tackle more banal, less than hygienic topics and be classified as "cringe" or along some other line of presumptuous dismissiveness. It's not as if there isn't a talking cat or a Latin poet turned refrigerator, but there was also a lot of, oh, the bad guys are just in it for the look, as well as the women are just in it to be stuffed into various refrigerators/closets/traumas. By the time the protagonist was engaged in sexually fetishizing a junior high girl obsessed with her history of incestuous abuse, I was done looking for a reason for justifying all of this. So the author namedrops Rilke and Mann and enough others to apparently merit a 'Works Cited' page in the back of this edition. That doesn't tie together the cheap shots at pathos via deaths of small children/cats with the maybe sorta kinda commentary on mechanized police states in any satisfactory way. I'm probably missing a great deal of the context, but in that direction lies the never-ending cycle of subjectivity, and I'm personally a big fan of cutting that off and leaving that sort of work for someone who knows more than I do.
This work is supposedly about a literary type getting too comfortable with extremist politics and then having to live out the consequences. After years of watching such run wreckage all over my country while liberals hand-wring and consider looting to be the equivalent of murder, I'm really not in the mood to see Japan's kinds of extremists, especially the right-wing ones that this work's 'gangsters' evoke, be characterized as a bunch of buffoons. I suppose the end poetry workshop sequence was supposed to reflect a certain sort of humanizing that could rescue certain types who otherwise would naturally be drawn to such movements? There's also the whole government run scheduling of deaths thing, and the self violence, the riffs on Ovid and other ancient "Western" writers, and the comparing of poetry to terrorism, as well as the oddly poignant idea of lovers naming each other and the slightly menacing one of the mechanized working landscape, but it'd all just collapse as soon there was another female body being put on violent/obscene display just cause. Another mark of extremist politics? Okay, so maybe it's worth a mention in the book description, or perhaps in some of the top reviews so someone like me knows what they're getting into? No? Well, you can't exactly blame me then for expecting the quirky without a bunch of the usual gendered nonsense and being severely disappointed with the actual material.
Next week begins the new year. This was probably the most ill fit of works for me to read during this period, but it's better than having it hang around any longer. I'm sure that, some day, I'll run into some kind of in-depth commentary on this work and/or the author than I can garner from Wikipedia (it's amazing how the author acquires five wives if you go beyond the Anglo version of things), and I'll save my moment of increased understanding till then. For now, I'd rather put something out there that's a bit less effusive than the expressions of praise that first led me to acquire this work to begin with. Perhaps I've simply completely lost the faculty to enjoy things for enjoyment's sake, but it gets a little old when said expressions of such fall along the same lines of grotesquerie that is neither rightfully shocking nor even slightly humorous. Translation, translation, translation, but I've read too many Japanese works derived from too many genres to start thinking I'm simply just not up to stuff. So, if you have more of a head for these kinds of "subversive" things that have a high risk of coming off as slipshod schlock, you might get something out of this. Otherwise, save yourself the trouble.