Author: Stephen King.
Genre: Fiction, horror, mental health, thriller, crime.
Publication Date: 1994 (translated in 2008).
Summary: The story is set in Tokyo, and follows Kawashima Masayuki, who's trying to come to terms with his overwhelming desire to stab his infant child with an ice pick. He finally resolves to divert the impulse into an unsuspecting prostitute. However, as he begins to execute his meticulous crime, everything, including his past, begins to unravel. The book explores what happens to the voiceless among us.
My rating: 7/10.
♥ Thinking about these things didn’t set his pulse racing or leave him staring into space, grinning and drooling. He experienced, rather, a sort of creative calm similar to his state of mind when pondering which photo to use for a poster. His heartbeat had been a problem during the ten days he’d lived in fear of stabbing the baby, but not since that night in the convenience store. Between the man who was coolly deciding to cut his victim’s Achilles tendons and wondering what it would sound like, and the man who’d smiled at his wife that very morning in a room saturated with the fragrance of freshly baked bread, there was clearly a gap. Exactly what the gap consisted of he couldn’t have said, but he knew there was one.
♥ Next she wanted to get a tattoo. To be able to choose your own pain - it’s a little scary, she thought, but it’s wonderful, too.
♥ Just a little while longer and all the words would be gone. It was only when you actually experienced words vanishing that you realised how dry and lifeless they were, like dead leaves or old, discarded money. You could spend hours flattening out all the wrinkles and creases, but when you tried to buy something with those bills, no one would accept them. They wouldn’t even take you seriously. You clench your first in anger, and the bills just crackle and crumble apart in your hand.
♥ Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else's story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity. It must have made you very sad when your own father raped you - can you describe some of your feelings at the time? Yes, I wept and wept, wondering why something like this had to happen to me. It’s like that. Everyone's running around comparing wounds, like bodybuilders showing off their muscles. And what's really unbelievable is that they really believe they can heal the wounds like that, just by putting them on display.