“The aged could not die; along with the gift of everlasting life, they were burdened with terrible task of watching their great-grandchildren die.”
This beautiful book was bought as part of my plan to read a little out of my comfort zone since it had been working for well for me in the past months – with To Kill a Mockingbird and Exit West being breaths of fresh air into my usual fantasy laden reading list. However, since The Last Children is only 138 pages long I forced myself to pace myself with this book, reading little snippets at a time in between other reads whenever I needed a break from whatever high-paced fantasy I was reading at the time. This worked quite well with this book I think because I could’ve so easily read it in one sitting, it forced me to truly absorb the prose and the story.
I still feel out of my depth reviewing books like this because I’m out of my genre comfort zone here. I can’t comment on what this book is like in comparison to others of its like, all I know is it captured my attention and kept it throughout. Although it has been translated from Japanese, the word play that Tawada does in her prose is still engaging, fluid and mesmerising; Margaret Mitsutani does an excellent job with the translation. Even though I certainly can’t read Japanese, I had read about Tawada’s unique, whimsical style and I could feel that even in the translation. It was the most stand out point of this book for me, Tawada has a way of describing the world unlike anything else I had ever read. It was as beautiful as it was haunting.
It’s no secret that I’m used to long epic tales with plot twists on every page, so it was interesting to try and read something that didn’t have this. Tawada jumps all over the place in this novel, the point of view shifting with whoever comes into the scene. Yet, there is still a strong sense of character with everyone you are introduced to. We are given the history of this world in drips throughout the narrative of Yoshiro and Mumei, left to piece what happened to Japan and it’s citizens ourselves as we run along their daily lives. Tawada describes a bleak future where Japan has closed itself off from the rest of the world, the elderly live longer and stronger, but the children are sickly and frail – a dark topic but the one word I have for this novel is soft. The narrative sweeps passed you like a sigh, and you feel the bubble that Yoshiro and Mumei live in cut off from the rest of the world.
This book isn’t plot heavy, it a comment on the world, what it could become and who will suffer the consequences – not the older generation but the children who aren’t even born yet. The children are the ones who will be left to deal with the repercussions of our actions. It a conversation, a flowing narrative of a dark world that could be ours. And yet it is also about the relationship of Yoshiro and Mumei, and how the dynamics have changed in this new world.
This is a strange little novel but I enjoyed it. A further example of stepping out of your comfort zone yielding great results. Don’t be put off by the lack of plot, let the prose sweep you away in this unique look at the world.