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The Setting Sun
by Osamu Dazai, Donald Keene
To wait. In our lives, we know joy, anger, sorrow, and a hundred other emotions, but these emotions all together occupy a bare one per cent of our time. The remaining ninety-nine per cent is just living in waiting.
Very sad. But very beautiful.
How does Dazai write of such tragic subjects such as grief and death and sadness in such a poetic way? His writing captivated me and made me feel so many things I have never before. This book made me feel empty and yet not alone at the same time. A truly strange feeling.
I wanted to read this book to learn more about the life and psychology of Osamu Dazai and I saw glimpses of his troubled, complicated and dark mind while reading this. Fascinating.
"When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumour that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumour had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumour I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumour that I was faking suffering. The world is out of joint."
Very sad. But very beautiful.
How does Dazai write of such tragic subjects such as grief and death and sadness in such a poetic way? His writing captivated me and made me feel so many things I have never before. This book made me feel empty and yet not alone at the same time. A truly strange feeling.
I wanted to read this book to learn more about the life and psychology of Osamu Dazai and I saw glimpses of his troubled, complicated and dark mind while reading this. Fascinating.
"When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumour that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumour had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumour I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumour that I was faking suffering. The world is out of joint."