THE MUSEUM OF SILENCE Yoko Ogawa A young museographer just come into office in a mansion on the edge of the world. Under the direction of an old woman rather strange, it will identify, arrange, staging a veritable collection of artifacts, relics of everyday life, remnants of an intimacy missing yet withdrawn to the deceased for years in the neighboring village. Because these objects have one thing in common: they were all stolen a few hours after the death of their owner ... Footprints of passing time, variations around the memory, accumulations, obsessions: the mission of this man is complex because the museum of Silence will be up to the memories of the old lady.
I know pretty bad the Japanese literature but I tried reading this well because I was simply attracted by its beautiful cover. Well, what a discovery! First, there is no need to be fond of Asian culture to enjoy this novel because its plot might unfold in any country. It has a side "universal" because each character has no name and is only presented under names like "old lady", "the girl", "the maid", "the gardener", etc.. ..
History has now almost fantastic and the writing style is fluid and precise, with lots of descriptions about the work of establishing the Museum of Silence. There was a general feeling of strangeness, and even discomfort during the entire reading ... As a kind of poetry of the bizarre. It's beautiful and troubling read with a sense of lyricism uncommon. It switches constantly throughout the various seasons of a small village lost who knows where ... In its final part, we flirt a little with a kind of detective story in which investigators are very eager to find a killer who cut the nipples of the breasts of his victims. A minor contribution to suspense, but continues to swim his story in a setting that reflects the time that passes the smell of death. One might find it mordible, THE MUSEUM OF SILENCE is primarily a work of a very fine sensitivity as we rarely read. Highly recommended!
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