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A review by bluemomo
People From My Neighbourhood by Hiromi Kawakami
4.0
I lived in the same place for 23 years and I don't even know the name of my neighbors, but I know every single dog, and that says a lot about me.
The book is short, the book is a collection of short stories, you could read all of them in a evening, or in five days, like I did.
I did not expected the stories I was going to read. I thought I was going to read about real people, instead I read about colorful and surreal situations with Equally surreal protagonists, some of them have names, others have not, maybe they are not so important to know.
It took me so long to read because I was not prepared, the first couple of stories filled me with an immense sadness and melancholy. We are transported in this little corner of the world that is itself the world and we look at it from a peephole. We encounter ghosts that roam the streets, shadows that change owners and small black dogs that bite everybody. We see the neighborhood change and revert back to the initial state, we see people die, but those people never do, because they leave behind something, and that something is memories.
The book is short, the book is a collection of short stories, you could read all of them in a evening, or in five days, like I did.
I did not expected the stories I was going to read. I thought I was going to read about real people, instead I read about colorful and surreal situations with Equally surreal protagonists, some of them have names, others have not, maybe they are not so important to know.
It took me so long to read because I was not prepared, the first couple of stories filled me with an immense sadness and melancholy. We are transported in this little corner of the world that is itself the world and we look at it from a peephole. We encounter ghosts that roam the streets, shadows that change owners and small black dogs that bite everybody. We see the neighborhood change and revert back to the initial state, we see people die, but those people never do, because they leave behind something, and that something is memories.