No Longer Human

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Перевод: Mary Fox No Longer Human (1948, Ningen Shikkaku / A Shameful Life/ Confessions of a Faulty Man) was an attack on the traditions of Japan, capturing the postwar crisis of Japanese cultural identity. Framed by an epilogue and prologue, the story is told in the form three notebooks left by Ōba Yōzō, whose calm exterior hides his tormented soul. Osamu DAZAI was a Japanese author who is considered one of the foremost fiction writers of 20th-century Japan. A number of his most popular works, such as Shayō (The Setting Sun) and Ningen Shikkaku (No Longer Human), are considered modern-day classics in Japan. Japanese novelist and a master storyteller, who became at the end of World War II the literary voice and literary hero of his generation. Dazai's life ended in double-suicide with his married mistress. In many books Dazai used biographical material from his own family background, and made his self-destructive life the subject of his books.

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Age restriction:
16+
Date added to LitRes:
13 February 2020
Size:
100 pp. 1 illustration
ISBN:
9780890003206
Translator:
Mary Fox
Copyright:
Мультимедийное издательство Стрельбицкого
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heavy duty for me to have meals at home with my family. Memories about meals in our country house break me into a sweat. Here's how it looked: there were two rows of low tray tables and all of us (our family consisted of ten people) were sitting in front of each other at our tables, and being the youngest one, I was at the last one. The room was gloomy and everyone was eating without saying a word. On top of everything, old rules were followed in our house so the food was always the same and nobody dreamed about any treats or posh food. Thus it's clear why home meals horrified me more and more. When I was sitting in a poorly lit room at my table, shivering with cold, and pushing a handful of rice into my mouth, I was thinking why people needed to eat three times

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