She had no need for such emotions any more. She’d left them behind. She understood that she’d chosen her path out of the same sense of isolation that had driven her to help Yayoi.
She had crossed a line that day. She had cut up a man’s body and scattered it across the city. And even if she could erase the memory of what she’d done, she could never go back to the way she’d been.
With barely any warning, a wave of nausea rose up in her and she vomited beside the car; but the nausea stayed with her. She dropped to her knees, tears streaming from her eyes, as the yellow bile poured out of her mouth. (p. 291)
If you think the cover of this novel is shocking, you should read the book. I was absolutely mesmerized, drawn in to every detail and event as if I was watching it on film. Almost as if I was there myself. It’s no wonder this novel has been reviewed with high praise in all the previous Japanese literature challenges. What is a wonder is that I’d taken so long to read it for myself.
It’s not just about murder, though, or cutting up the deceased’s body into fifty little pieces and placing them in garbage bags to disperse throughout the city.
It’s not just an intricately woven plot, brilliantly conceived and executed.
It’s about isolation. Power. Bad choices. And what would you do to escape the trials of your life? What irrevocable damage has been done in our world in the name of freedom? What do we really have the power to escape from? Thought provoking stuff.
Out has got to be one of my favorite reads of the year. No wonder it won the Grand Prix, Japan’s top award for mystery.