Frank
Hello, I’m Frank
Lately, I’ve been hooked on a certain genre of novels. For now, I’ll just say they’re “fascinating!” I’m scheming to release a semi-autobiographical work in this style on Amazon Kindle someday. When that happens, please do buy it.
I’d be thrilled if you reacted with, “What? Frank writes novels like this too?!”
The one who inspired me to this point is the author who published Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage. Among the novels I’ve read or drafted, this work left me so baffled that I stopped midway. Many seem to finish it, and I tip my hat to their endurance.
As a former trading company employee and international business consultant who’s seen the gritty underbelly of the world—or perhaps because I thrive in such environments—his abstract, stifling narratives exhausted me. The endless dalliance with fantasy, the oppressive gloom, the utter lack of realism… Even if such people existed, I’d never want to befriend them. The entertainment value? Nonexistent.
So, creating a “colorless” character can drain readers this much? A valuable lesson indeed.
Westerners often label Japanese as inscrutable or incomprehensible. Perhaps it’s because convoluted works like these become bestsellers—or are hyped as such. It makes me think Japan is truly at peace. I, however, prefer stories that stare reality in the face.
The genre I called “fascinating!” earlier? It’s one brimming with raw human grit. I dream of the day I can release mine.
All this, because I refuse to let Japan become a nation of “colorless” people.
“There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written.”
—Oscar Wilde (English playwright/novelist)
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