A short, strange, and affecting novel. Nishikawa, a young university student, happens to stumble across a crime scene and finds himself a gun owner as a result. The novel tracks his slide into complete obsession with the weapon, to the detriment of his personal relationships, and, ultimately, his sanity.
Told in a disturbingly flat first-person narrative style, Nakamura seems to have hit on something I've talked about with friends but that I don't hear much about in the wider culture: gun love as a form of idolatry. Frequent uneasy references to American cultural hegemony round out a disturbing, if not entirely pleasurable, read.
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