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Fiction. Literature. HTML: The English-language debut of Hiroko Oyamadaâ??one of the most powerfully strange young voices in Japan The English-language debut of one of Japan's most exciting new writers, The Factory follows three workers at a sprawling industrial factory. Each worker focuses intently on the specific task they've been assigned: one shreds paper, one proofreads documents, and another studies the moss growing all over the expansive grounds. But their lives slowly become governed by their workâ??days take on a strange logic and momentum, and little by little, the margins of reality seem to be dissolving: Where does the factory end and the rest of the world begin? What's going on with the strange animals here? And after a whileâ??it could be weeks or yearsâ??the three workers struggle to answer the most basic question: What am I doing here? With hints of Kafka and unexpected moments of creeping humor, The Factory casts a vividâ??and sometimes surrealâ??portrait of the absurdity and meaninglessness of the mode… (more)
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Although Kafkaesque and absurdist, this is all related in a straightforward manner, at least until the end. I actually quite enjoyed this.
Some quotes:
"Maybe it's not such a bad thing to have a job you can master from the first day."
"From my second day on the job,...I never had to use a single brain cell."
"Who wrote this stuff? For what audience? To what end? Why does it need to be proofread at all? If these are all factory documents, what the hell is the factory? What's it making? I thought I knew before, but once I started working here, I realized I had no idea. What kind of factory is this?"
3 stars
There is a matter of fact tone to the writing as we follow chapter by chapter the different factory lives of these workers. Things are sometimes a bit strange. But not so strange as to be alarming. Just a bit worrisome. However, over time (and time is a factor here), their engagement with the factory becomes more nuanced. Or stranger. And there’s something odd about the fauna.
This was an intriguing scenario. The writing reminded me of Magnus Mills crossed with Kafka. So, a bit alienating. Yet it was also a series of finely drawn portraits of these characters as their own existential anxiety comes to dominate their self-perspective and their relations with others. Not too surprisingly the various story lines cross before the end, but they do so in ways that are unexpected. And Oyamada also has a very curious manner of dealing with the dialogue, occurring at different times, yet mingled in the same paragraph. It forces you to periodically stop what you are doing and figure out who is saying that and when. Clearly deliberate, but to what end? I liked it.
Gently recommended for those willing to take on something just a bit out of the ordinary.
I can't wait to read the author's next one, The Hole, published by New Directions in 2020.
Interesting world, some funny moments, but...
I'm not sure if it was fully translated -- no shade on the translator -- but...
WTF just happened?
I found the ending confusing and really wish I had someone to discuss this with.
I had mixed feelings on this one, honestly. There were parts of this that really worked for me and parts that did not. I enjoyed the creepiness of the massive, ineffable bureaucracy of it, the sense
BUT.. there were certain plot points that felt like they were supposed to be twisty that I saw coming miles away. The conclusion felt a bit rushed. Most of the time I was reading it I was enjoying it, but I felt let down by the ending. I would definitely try another book by Oyamada in the future, though!
As each worker learns their jobs and roles within the community, the tone of the novel becomes more disorienting. The paragraphs are very long, and the dialogue is mixed in with characters’ thoughts so it can be difficult to decipher where one character ends and the next begins. As the days, months, and years go by, each worker must grapple with what they are really doing there. Their jobs are evermore pointless as the time goes and nothing comes of it. There are no fruits of their labors.
The writing style evokes a stronger feeling than the actual story. Not much really happens. The reader is led to be as confused and muddled by what is going on as the characters. Strong messages of Marxism leaves one questioning the meaning of labor.