Hitomi Kanehara shot to fame in Japan with her debut novel, Snakes and Earrings, which won the prestigious Akutagawa prize while she was just 20 years old (she is, I suspect, a partial inspiration for Konoha Inoue in Mizuki Nomura's Book Girl series). That novel tells the tale of a delinquent young woman leading a hard-knock life on the streets of Tokyo. Since Kanehara herself is a high school drop-out who spent some time leading a hard-knock life, it was inevitable that people would view Snakes and Earrings as semi-autobiographical. Nevermind that the protagonist of that story engaged in body modification, giving herself a forked tongue at the end of the novel, and acted as an accessory-after-the-fact to murder.
So what does Kanehara do for a follow-up? Why write a book called "Autofiction" (i.e., autobiographical fiction) about a 20 something writer who shot to fame after writing a book that won a prestigious prize, etc. There's even a scene in which Rin, the protagonist, bitches to her editor about how all interviewers want to know how much of her first novel was autobiographical. If that's not recursive enough, said editor than asks her to write a book of autofiction, suggesting as a starting point a semi-fictionalized account of her honeymoon that she recently wrote -- which is in fact what we've just been reading!
Okay, so 10/10 for style, but what about substance? The book is really four short stories detailing Rin's relationships, starting in the present with her husband Shin and working backwards to her first boyfriend when she was 15. Each of these is extremely fucked up -- indeed, any relationship involving Rin will be fucked up as she is an extremely fucked up person. In the opening story, Rin's marriage starts falling apart entirely due to her paranoid jealousy. When we first meet her on the plane ride back from Tahiti, she's obsessing over whether a stewardess is flirting with Shin -- and when Shin gets up to use the bathroom, she begins to suspect that he's going off for a quickie. As they start their life together, Rin's obsessiveness increases when Shin insists he needs occasional me-time when he can lock himself in the den and do ... well, we never find out, which pisses Rin off to no end. She finds the idea that spouses need any privacy from each other incomprehensible.
But not all these failed relationships are Rin's fault. That Shah is going to be a bad boyfriend should be obvious from the fact that she meets him at an orgy. Okay, he was dragged along by a friend, as was she. But consider that this is the sort of orgy where any woman who shows up is expected to put out -- second thoughts are not allowed. Sure, Shah helps her get away, but then he returns to the party, which, let's remember, involves friends of his. You don't need to be Dr. Drew to know this relationship won't last.
But Shah's nothing compared to Gato, the guy Rin shacked up with when she was 16. Gato's the sort of guy who decides to spend his entire paycheck in pachinko parlors on the theory that if you put enough coins in the slots, you're bound to hit it big eventually. Even though pachinko isn't entirely random and can be gamed to some degree, anyone with the slightest knowledge of gambling -- and Gato works at a pachinko parlor -- should know that the house always wins in the end. The upshot is, Rin and Gato subsist on a diet of sugar, salt and coffee creamers.
Yes.
Really.
Rin and Gato even argue over the best mixture of salt and sugar (Rin prefers it 1:1 while Gato likes 2:1).
We never find out why Rin is such damaged goods, though we get some good clues in the last story, which details Rin's relationship with a college student when she was just 15.
As with Snakes and Earrings this book isn't for everyone. Kanehara is an extremely nihilistic writer, in the same league as Bret Easton Ellis -- but with one major difference: where Ellis' books are always filled with a sense that there's something wrong with the world he's describing, Kanehara's work is purely descriptive. This is the way the world is and here's what people do to survive in it. It is a bleak and depressing worldview that offers no escape except into your own mind -- which may not be an improvement over reality.