Review – Beauty and Sadness April 11, 2012
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by Yasunari Kawabata
The successful writer Oki has reached middle age and is filled with regrets. He returns to Kyoto to find Otoko, a young woman with whom he had a terrible affair many years before, and discovers that she is now a painter, living with a younger woman as her lover. Otoko has continued to love Oki and has never forgotten him, but his return unsettles not only her but also her young lover.
This story permeates with sadness. Like a Greek tragedy, it’s sadness is beautiful in of itself.
The characters are poised with bittersweet longings and with bitterness that seems to poison their very souls. You feel like they want to move on, yet there’s a decided inertia which is a part of the tragedy.
The young Keiko is hell bent on revenge for the sake of her love Otoko. This is despite Otoko’s protestations. This becomes a tragedy as well.
The book was so extremely well written it was easy to get wrapped up in the tale, but it was also pretty intense. I had to put it down every chapter or so to absorb what I had read and let it soak in. This was definitely not a light beach going read.
Mailbox Monday (4) March 12, 2012
Posted by thehypermonkey in Book talk.Tags: beauty and sadness, book talk, mailbox monday, yasunari kawabata
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by Yasunari Kawabata
The successful writer Oki has reached middle age and is filled with regrets. He returns to Kyoto to find Otoko, a young woman with whom he had a terrible affair many years before, and discovers that she is now a painter, living with a younger woman as her lover. Otoko has continued to love Oki and has never forgotten him, but his return unsettles not only her but also her young lover. This is a work of strange beauty, with a tender touch of nostalgia and a heartbreaking sensitivity to those things lost forever.
I got this book because the idea of revisiting young love struck a chord in me. What would it be like to see a lover you had many years ago? What would it be like to see him or her in the arms of another? The thought has crossed my mind when I think of lovers I’ve had that I’ve lost. I often wonder what’s happened to them, so I think this book will resonate within me to some extent.
Have you ever gotten a book that touched you personally?
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