Dark Tales of Strangeness in Revenge by Yoko Ogawa
Revenge by Yoko Ogawa is the darkest, strangest book I’ve read in a very long time.
I found it in the library when I was scouting around for Japanese authors I could read for Japanese Literature Challenge #13. I’d read one book by Yoko Ogawa previously (The Housekeeper and the Professor) and thoroughly enjoyed it so this seemed a good bet. But I didn’t realise that Revenge isn’t a novel but a collection of eleven tales featuring characters who are seemingly disconnected.
As you read on, you realise that the lives of these hospital workers, schoolchildren, writers, hairdressers and bakers are linked by recurring images and motifs. Each story follows on from the previous one, becoming increasingly unsettling and rather macabre.
You wouldn’t know that from the first story “Afternoon at the Bakery” which is about a woman who goes to a bakery one sunny Sunday afternoon to buy two strawberry cakes. One for her and one for her son. While waiting to be served she gets into a conversation with another customer, a trader in spices, who is a regular at the bakery:
“I can guarantee they’re good. The best thing in the shop. The base is made with our special vanilla.”
“I’m buying them for my son. Today is his birthday.”
“Really? Well, I hope it’s a happy one. How old is he?”
This innocent chit chat suddenly turns darker with the first customer’s response:
Six. He’ll always be six. He’s dead.
Supernatural and Normal Lie Together
And with that one line, Yoko Ogawa turns the whole story on its head. It’s no longer a feel-good tale of an adoring mother wanting to buy just the perfect cake for her son, but one of tragedy and inconsolable grief.
This tale is the jumping off point for our immersion into a world in which eeriness and normality live side by side. The shock of the grotesque and unnerving is evident in all these tales.
In “Old Mrs J” for example an elderly woman digs up a carrot in the shape of a human hand: “It was plump, like a baby’s hand, and perfectly formed with a thick thumb and a longer finger in the middle.” Reading it you know this isn’t just one of those odd vegetables newspapers love to report on slow news days. But the significance doesn’t become apparent until right at the end when a body is discovered.
“Welcome to The Museum of Torture” introduces us to an ex butler who has become the self appointed curator of a collection of torture instruments. As he takes his latest visitor around, detailing the ways in which each instrument is used, she begins to imagine – with glee – using the them upon the boyfriend who’s just dumped her.
In the tale which I found the most unsettling, “Sewing For The Heart“; the narrator is a maker of bags and purses. He lives a simple life above his shop, spending his evenings sat at the window looking down on the passers-by. But his life changes when a customer, a night club singer, arrives asking him to make a pouch to hold the heart that lies outside her body.
And so begins an obsession; an overwhelming desire “to run my fingertips over each tiny bump and furrow, touch my lips to the veins, soft tissue on soft tissue ….” The pride he takes in his craftsmanship is destroyed however when the customer learns she can have surgery that will mean she no longer needs the leather bag; a development that propels him to seek revenge.
Dark Slice of Life
These stories have a cumulative effect as a detail from one carries over into the next. A dead hamster in one story turns up in the rubbish bin in the next tale and the abandoned fridge in which the child mentioned in “Afternoon at the Bakery” met his death, makes an appearance on the final page of he collection.
Sometimes the connection is hinted at rather than made explicit. “Lab Coats” for example ends with a hospital worker confessing how she killed her boyfriend, a respiratory medicine doctor, because he wouldn’t divorce his wife. The next tale, “Sewing For The Heart” begins with repeated pager messages for a respiratory doctor who is meant to be on duty but can’t be found. Two stories later and a different narrator learns that the doctor upstairs has been been killed.
The overall effect is chilling. In one line from the story called “Tomatoes and the Full Moon,” the narrator, after reading “Afternoon at the Bakery,” remarks: “there was an icy current running under her words, and I found myself wanting to plunge into it again and again.”
Except that I didn’t feel I did want to plunge into these tales. I admit I am not the target audience for Revenge since I’m not a fan of short stories generally nor am I a fan of creepy, macabre kind of tales. I wouldn’t honestly have read this if I’d paid more attention to the description on the back cover.
I admired the way Yoko Ogawa wove these stories together, joining all the details seamlessly. I admired too, the precision of her language, which evokes atmosphere with just slight touches. But I didn’t enjoy the book. I kept wondering what point Ogawa was trying to make. That we’re all capable of revenge? That appearances can be deceptive? I got to the end and I was no clearer on the message. Without a driving theme, the book just seemed to rely on spookiness and oddities. After a while this became repetitive and I found myself just wanting to get to the end quickly.
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I am not a fan of short stories either (although I like the way the stories seem to be connected). Also, the macabre tone doesn’t appeal. Still keen to read The Housekeeper and the Professor, though.
Gosh, it *does* sound dark. And I don’t mind dark, but I have to be in the mood for it, and it does have to have a point – which might have been missing here, from what you say…
I can tolerate dark if it has a purpose – but this didn’t feel like it did
Revenge is a very cleverly constructed sequence of stories, but I can see why the tone and themes might not appeal to everyone. One of things I liked about the stories was the use of recurring characters, images and motifs, in some cases enabling the reader to see a particular situation from more than one perspective.
it *was* clever Jacqui and must have taken considerable effort to plan. The cleverness just wasnt enough to satisfy me sadly. It hasn’t put me off reading more novels by her in future though
Oh that’s a shame.
you can’t win them all!
I haven’t read this one yet, but I liked a lot Memory Police, even though it was so different from The Housekeeper and The Professor.
I don’t like short stories either, but when you write “a world in which eeriness and normality live side by side”, that catches me, because this is a theme so common in Murakami’s books, and one reason why I like so much his writing, as you often never know if you are in the former or the latter. Sorry it didn’t really work for you, but thanks for your presentation.
I’ve yet to explore Memory Police.Hope it works out. better than Revenge
After reading, and loving, The Housekeeper and The Professor, I was so eager to get my hands on Revenge. And then…ew! I didn’t like it at all! I don’t even know if I finished it, or read carefully enough to get the recurring motifs. Revenge is a theme I’ve never liked as much as forgiveness, so this book was not for me. I admire you for reading it, and writing such a wonderful review. I have her latest, Memory Police, waiting for me.
(It’s so unnerving to me when an author I’ve loved goes off on whole new tangents. Margaret Atwood did that, veering into the bizarre world of dystopia, when I so loved her early work.)
I feel the same about Atwood! I tried reading one of the dystopian novels – Oryx and Crake I think but just could not get into it at all. I’ll try and get hold of Memory Police and hope that proves more to my taste