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Le plan déchiqueté (1967)

par Kōbō Abe

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Of all the great Japanese novelists, Kobe Abe was indubitably the most versatile. With The Ruined Map, he crafted a mesmerizing literary crime novel that combines the narrative suspense of Chandler with the psychological depth of Dostoevsky. Mr. Nemuro, a respected salesman, disappeared over half a year ago, but only now does his alluring yet alcoholic wife hire a private eye. The nameless detective has but two clues: a photo and a matchbook. With these he embarks upon an ever more puzzling pursuit that leads him into the depths of Tokyo's dangerous underworld, where he begins to lose the boundaries of his own identity. Surreal, fast-paced, and hauntingly dreamlike, Abe’s masterly novel delves into the unknowable mysteries of the human mind. Translated from the Japanese by E. Dale Saunders.… (plus d'informations)
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    Beyond the Curve par Kōbō Abe (kaixo)
    kaixo: The last story of "Beyond the Curve" of the same title was written a year before and appears as last chapter of "The Ruined Map".
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I had a really tough time with this book. There were several reasons that I finished this story, although I really did not want to. First, I won this book from a fellow Bookcrosser who sent it to me because it had been on my wishlist for a long time. The second reason was because I have read works by this author before and have always found his stories weird and wonderful. The last reason was because I wanted to find out what happened to the man who disappeared in the beginning of the book.

To me this book was bizarre, but not in a way that I liked. I had an extremely hard time following the story line. I could not understand why individuals were behaving as they were.

The story itself is about a woman who reports that her husband disappeared six months ago. She hires a private investigator to find him, but she is providing little to no information to help the person she hired. As the investigation proceeds, individuals prove to either be helpful or not or they tell the truth or lie. The ending was about as bleak an ending of any story I have recently read. Others may think this a creative book, but I did not enjoy reading it. ( )
  SqueakyChu | May 14, 2023 |
This starts off as a detective novel, albeit Japanese, peppered with the odd observations along the lines of: “he had the neck of one who was untrustworthy”. Somewhere along the way it becomes something else entirely and it is that journey that held me the whole time.

The flow is something I have encountered before in Japanese novels, it is like you have missed a page or a whole chapter. You are reading and suddenly you realise that the flow has substantially altered but you don’t know where so you go back and re-read the previous pages and still you cannot find where it shifted but it really is like there is a page missing except it is an ebook.

So you read on and just get over it but you find yourself going back and re-reading chunks. It is disorienting but after a while it becomes normal. The story per se is completely unsustainable and yet it becomes part of the confusing experience of reading this book. At times I had absolutely no clear idea what the detective was talking about. Was he describing a woman using landscape terms? or was he describing landscape using woman terms? or was it more of the untrustworthy neck territory?

Every single relationship in this book is just plain weird. But then again it is part of that fabric that serves to undermine you. This book may well be a subtle way of deconstructing the reader as in the reader feels deconstructed without ever piercing the mystery of this detective story.

When I think back on this book it seems to me that it happens mostly at night in places lit by bare electric bulbs in a landscape reminiscent of the underside of the tower block in Brazil mixed up with 1960’s science fiction novels. In reality I have no idea at all what this was about. It is incredibly sensual in places in ways I cannot even begin to describe.

And I loved it! ( )
  Ken-Me-Old-Mate | Sep 24, 2020 |
Of all the great Japanese novelists, Kobe Abe was indubitably the most versatile. With The Ruined Map, he crafted a mesmerizing literary crime novel that combines the narrative suspense of Chandler with the psychological depth of Dostoevsky.

Mr. Nemuro, a respected salesman, disappeared over half a year ago, but only now does his alluring yet alcoholic wife hire a private eye. The nameless detective has but two clues: a photo and a matchbook. With these he embarks upon an ever more puzzling pursuit that leads him into the depths of Tokyo's dangerous underworld, where he begins to lose the boundaries of his own identity. Surreal, fast-paced, and hauntingly dreamlike, Abe's masterly novel delves into the unknowable mysteries of the human mind.
Translated from the Japanese by E. Dale Saunders.

From the Trade Paperback edition.
  buffygurl | Mar 8, 2019 |
The Existential Detective, slipping in and out of himself in an almost savantlike way that helps him step into the mind of his quarry. Sounds like a Grant Morrison protagonist, but the nameless narrator of Abe's tense, worried novel doesn't really know he's doing it, or how, which drops him on the tragic, or pathetic, end of the scoreboard. His map is ruined, and the more conventional metaphorical sense of that tumbles sickeningly into the darker, more desperate sense in which David Foster Wallace uses it when he talks about people who are being made to disappear being "demapped", suicides "erasing their own maps". The map is not just missing, or wrong. It is ruined, and even if it weren't it would only show you the way to a ruined human being.

So much for the big-deal metaphor. Excluding or at least asterisking the phantasmagoria of manga/anime, there are three types of fictional Japan that stand out, I'd venture, above the rest, in terms of iconicity and saying something powerfully symbolically true about this island people. As I write, it's just about a week since their island story suffered the triple catastrophe of planetjolting earthquake, tsunami, and now one or more nuclear meltdowns that we pray will remain partial. And that's perhaps a fourth theme--the bravest people, "enduring the unendurable" and pulling together in its face. 頑張りまして。 But I am thinking of a) your stories of pure honour and deep evil and overmastering sentiment--from samurai to yakuza; b) your neon futures, from almost transparent Tokyo cosmofuturism to dark and twisted Osaka bladerunnerism; c) inaka-and-shitamachi stories, ranging from the heartwarming virtues of Waterboys or Haken no Hinkaku or Tampopo to a grim and Gothic sensibility, where the poverty is no longer a chance to pull together but cause to knife a dude down at the illegal oden stand, and the noodle grease on the walls isn't comforting and a symbol of the soul food of human kindness, but a place where horrible Japanese roaches thrive and breed and are gobbled down by braincracked homuresu that haven't seen their own honour bright in a mirror for a long time. It's that last--the bizarreness and wrongness and lewdness of the everyday, that The Ruined Map evokes so well.

It's crucial that it takes place at the edges of fecund and expanding cities--the ferment is here, and exciting, and sex suffuses every interaction between woman and man and really man and man. But the cities are displacing ancient and evil spirits, and doing it in a clapboard-and-contingency way that provides no spark of humanity to transfer these dwelling-places into settlements--they're unsettled, in fact, places where the spark of human habitation has not yet become a flame, and god knows you're not gonna hide from the starvation of your spirit with pissy sake in your sheetmetal house. They're spooky as hell, I'm trying to say.

So none of that's a bad plan if you're trying to make great art. But it isn't that blurring of lines between hunter and prey that makes this great art--that's standard noir, and this is more than just Nihon noir--nor is it the subsequent unravelling of the lines making up the world, the endwise beginagaining, shiverly, in the very words of the beginning. It's Abe's skill as a miniaturist, and his translator's sensitive touch, that make this a treasure trove and not just, like, a Halloween story told by a Japanese Kafka. I'll end with a few.

This is the epigraph: "The city--a bounded infinity. A labyrinth where you are never lost. Your private map where every block bears exactly the same number. Even if you lose your way, you cannot go wrong."

This is when the detective and the woman for whom he yearns are talking about her missing husband, who has a passion for getting certified to do and be different crap (e.g. truck driver, high-school teacher, and ff., marine radio operator):

"(...) did he dream of the sea, or something like that?"

"My husband is a very matter-of-fact man. When he became section head he was very happy because he had somehow stopped sliding down the slope of life."

"But he did leave you, didn't he."

"It wasn't because of his dreams. He used to say licenses were the anchor of human life."

"Using so many anchors for such a small boat certainly puts him in the category of dreamers, doesn't it? If he didn't use them he'd float away."

This is from almost the end, when the protagonist (nameless, if you haven't figured that out) is reflecting on the end of his marriage. It's plain human sadness.

"The fact that I didn't have the courage to wait in silence until she sought me out may have eroded our relationship."

Great book. You know, I'm gonna say it again, and I don't care if you think it's gauche: good luck, Japan. ( )
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Of all the great Japanese novelists, Kobe Abe was indubitably the most versatile. With The Ruined Map, he crafted a mesmerizing literary crime novel that combines the narrative suspense of Chandler with the psychological depth of Dostoevsky. Mr. Nemuro, a respected salesman, disappeared over half a year ago, but only now does his alluring yet alcoholic wife hire a private eye. The nameless detective has but two clues: a photo and a matchbook. With these he embarks upon an ever more puzzling pursuit that leads him into the depths of Tokyo's dangerous underworld, where he begins to lose the boundaries of his own identity. Surreal, fast-paced, and hauntingly dreamlike, Abe’s masterly novel delves into the unknowable mysteries of the human mind. Translated from the Japanese by E. Dale Saunders.

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