These books are set in unnamed cities, all concrete and glass, aluminium window frames and bridges over canals. If there’s something of the nouveau roman to Abe’s meticulous descriptions of the objects in his characters’ worlds, there’s a Ballardian interest too in the urban environment as a container that moulds the personality. Of course he gets nowhere, reducing a firm knot to a mess of loose ends – people are not a puzzle to be solved – and loses even himself along the way. But our man uses an obsessive attention to objects – papers, matchbooks, patterns of traffic – to try to solve the mystery. The narrator, a detective hired to find a missing man, gets tangled up with the man’s wife, her brother, and mysteries involving shady businesses. The Ruined Map (1967), translated by E Dale Saunders, which feels like a transitional work, takes the most naturalistic approach – up to a point. ![]() Now we have three later novels that can only be described as deep cuts.Īll share recognisable strands of DNA, which they twine around Abe’s central themes of isolation, identity and the inability to know even oneself, let alone other people. Despite the descriptions, they are entry level by his standards. ![]() ![]() Abe, who died in 1993, is best known in this country for his early novels, The Woman in the Dunes (1962), about a man imprisoned in a pit of sand, and The Face of Another (1964), in which a disfigured guy creates a new identity beneath a mask. There’s nothing cute here, but they go right through odd and mysterious – stopping at sinister, strange and discomfitingly sexual – and out the other side. If, as writer and poet Mieko Kawakami says, Japanese literature is filled with books that are “odd, cute and a bit mysterious”, then Kōbō Abe’s novels score two out of three.
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