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A review by jujelly
The Flowers of Buffoonery by Osamu Dazai
4.0
i enjoyed the narration a lot - it felt more than a fourth wall break. it felt like i was being told a story, quite literally, by somebody who keeps backtracking about the minute details. it was a new and refreshing type of writing style.
i feel like osamu dazai encompasses exactly how self-deprecating people feel, how self-critique gets used at every turn and the urgent need to create something worthwhile, to keep going yet belittle yourself continuously - it awoke a picture of suffering and human desperation in me that puts me in a very melancholic mood.
yozo played the role of a heartbroken man, but it was an excuse all along. maybe he was too cowardly to commit to that end on his own, but the life of pretending, of keeping a status quo to neither offend nor amuse yourself too much, of mundaness proved itself to be too much.
but what am i saying myself - it's an interesting, surprisingly light (as light as the topic of suicide can be) read, and the name of the book fits in a curious way.
i feel like osamu dazai encompasses exactly how self-deprecating people feel, how self-critique gets used at every turn and the urgent need to create something worthwhile, to keep going yet belittle yourself continuously - it awoke a picture of suffering and human desperation in me that puts me in a very melancholic mood.
yozo played the role of a heartbroken man, but it was an excuse all along. maybe he was too cowardly to commit to that end on his own, but the life of pretending, of keeping a status quo to neither offend nor amuse yourself too much, of mundaness proved itself to be too much.
but what am i saying myself - it's an interesting, surprisingly light (as light as the topic of suicide can be) read, and the name of the book fits in a curious way.