A review by multenis
Heaven by Mieko Kawakami

3.0

The existence of this book doesn’t make much sense. It exists because it can and someone wanted to write it. If there is meaning to be found in it, one is made to read unnecessary passages to get to it. At first I thought I’d call this book pointless, but it’s not. Spaceless or perhaps spaceful, for it occupies a space but not the one that fits, for there is no place that it could fully call it’s own.

It is what it wants to be as much as a spider is a bug. (And for some people as much as tomatoe is a vegetable, which is to say - a bit more successfully.)

Anyway, rounded up because I’m nice like that, and also because the irony of life made me experience some unrelated physical pain while I read this book, and that just seems amusing to me.