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A review by theeuphoriczat
Manazuru by Hiromi Kawakami
2.0
I DNF this book.
This book makes no freaking sense to me, let me tell you why.
Kawasaki books are very popular on bookstagram and admittedly she writes elegantly. the world she creates remains a picture in your mind. A picture of emotion, a galaxy of healthy psychological intrigue which lays in the reader a foreboding apprehension (at least that is how I felt). I do believe that some things she wrote might have been lost in translation BUT one reason I did;t like this book was because nothing linked. There was no flow to the story. It was almost like cutting paragraphs from different stories and trying to mash them together (it didn't work).
I believe I was supposed to feel a sense of loss and then connect to the main character's grief but I just could not. There was too much weirdness going on with the mother describing getting companionship from her toddler than her husband "I felt no desire for the man, my husband. Momo was warmth enough. As long as I suckled her, my body had no desire for my husband. I had no tenderness for him". I can explain this away with postpartum anxiety or depression but since the book did not explore this I cannot confirm. It was just weird. Even with the walks, they go on in Manazuru, I got nothing substantial from the story. It was vague, random and honestly all over the place...
This book makes no freaking sense to me, let me tell you why.
Kawasaki books are very popular on bookstagram and admittedly she writes elegantly. the world she creates remains a picture in your mind. A picture of emotion, a galaxy of healthy psychological intrigue which lays in the reader a foreboding apprehension (at least that is how I felt). I do believe that some things she wrote might have been lost in translation BUT one reason I did;t like this book was because nothing linked. There was no flow to the story. It was almost like cutting paragraphs from different stories and trying to mash them together (it didn't work).
I believe I was supposed to feel a sense of loss and then connect to the main character's grief but I just could not. There was too much weirdness going on with the mother describing getting companionship from her toddler than her husband "I felt no desire for the man, my husband. Momo was warmth enough. As long as I suckled her, my body had no desire for my husband. I had no tenderness for him". I can explain this away with postpartum anxiety or depression but since the book did not explore this I cannot confirm. It was just weird. Even with the walks, they go on in Manazuru, I got nothing substantial from the story. It was vague, random and honestly all over the place...