![]() ![]() It follows the story of a young man and woman who bond over their mutual interest in the macabre. The first thing I read from Otsuichi was Goth. ![]() He is restrained and impressive in maintaining an atmosphere, a tension. When these themes of light and dark collide the resultant reaction coruscates through everything that follows. There is an irresistible undercurrent of the macabre in these stories, and a deep curiosity in it. While you’re reading the shifts become so effortless that it almost seems like the events were predestined, something like a natural order being revealed. ![]() He contrasts light with darkness, moulds them within the story, and these juxtapositions deepen them both. Perhaps more than anything else, his books are preoccupied with death. They’ll brush against you if you get too close. They are patient, they are watching, but just out of sight. Strips of sunlight illuminate the verdure but past the edges, in the dark, there are things waiting. Reading Otsuichi is like walking through a forest at dusk. ![]()
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