Pride in one’s art is usually encouraged, but what if one’s art supported a cause or a thought process that’s no longer in favor or that has even become denigrated?
Set in an undisclosed future, the book tells a story of Conrad Metcalf, a worn-out,
smart-mouthed private inquisitor in his early forties, who is very fond of snorting
one too many, while talking with women and shady-looking individuals.
There have been written many books which chief attempts as novels were to
encapsulate more or less overwhelming but, nevertheless, entrancing slices of a vast
and astonishing variety of incarnations of and inclinations towards (outwards and
inwards too!) the leitmotif of loneliness.
Two months back when I reviewed Murakami’s A Wild Sheep Chase, I mentioned that the 1970 seppuku of the internationally-acclaimed Yukio Mishima overshadowed the Japanese literary world for some years afterward.
On November 25th 1970 the most prominent Japanese novelist, Yukio Mishima, committed ritual seppuku after staging a theatrical protest/coup in favor of restoring the imperial system to power. That event sent shockwaves throughout Japan and the Western literary world
This past February, one of the most brilliant contemporaries in the literary world passed away. His name was Umberto Eco, who was an Italian professor in semiotics. In 1980, he won surprising acclaim in the Italian publishing world for The Name of the Rose<span