Number9Dream is the international literary sensation from a writer with astonishing range and imaginative energy - an intoxicating ride through Tokyo's dark underworlds and the even more mysterious landscapes of our collective dreams. David Mitchell follows his eerily precocious, globe-striding first novel, Ghostwritten, with a work that is in its way even more ambitious.
In outward form, Number9Dream is a Dickensian coming-of-age journey: Young dreamer Eiji Miyake, from remote rural Japan, thrust out on his own by his sister's death and his mother's breakdown, comes to Tokyo in pursuit of the father who abandoned him. Stumbling around this strange, awesome city, he trips over and crosses - through a hidden destiny or just monstrously bad luck - a number of its secret power centers.
Suddenly, the riddle of his father's identity becomes just one of the increasingly urgent questions Eiji must answer. Why is the line between the world of his experiences and the world of his dreams so blurry? Why do so many horrible things keep happening to him? What is it about the number 9? To answer these questions, and ultimately to come to terms with his inheritance, Eiji must somehow acquire an insight into the workings of history and fate that would be rare in anyone, much less in a boy from out of town with a price on his head and less than the cost of a Beatles disc to his name.
©2001 David Mitchell (P)2012 W.F. Howes
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Another Mitchell book I'm going to have to chew on for a bit to really bend my mental tongue around. At first, I was a little disappointed in it. This is my last Mitchell book left to read (I am now a Mitchell completist) and I was hoping for just a little more PoMo juice to squeeze out of his second novel. Three dreams into it and I was afraid Mitchell was aping Murakami (Norwegian Wood, A Wild Sheep Chase) and Joyce (Finnegans Wake) a bit too much in his persuit of a dreamy father-quest novel.
By the end, however, Mitchell salvaged the novel. It still seemed a little too packaged, too sterile, too neat and measured. Don't get me wrong, I liked it and obviously (I've now read ALL of Mitchell) I like how Mitchell writes, but I'm not sure #9Dream is even close to being top shelf for me of Mitchell's novels.
Mitchell is a master of the written word. Tremendous talent. The first half of this book is moving, exciting, and creative. The second half slowed down a bit and became challenging, and does not live up to the sentence by sentence creativity bar set by the first half. Of course, all is relative. Mitchell's worst sentence is better than the best of the average writer. He remains one of my all-time favorite authors and I wish I could give five stars. How about 4.5?
Anglophile. Prefer only British fiction and mysteries. Good translations of Italian, too.
Absolutely. Why? Because the author is a genius. The prose is ripping and the descriptions evocative and real. I am there.
Only other books by David Mitchell. He s unique. I suppose Murikami comes to mind a bit.
I cannot name but one. There are, quite simply, too many and almost all. I suppose, overall, the way Tokyo is described is poignant. The scene in the 9 of Spades private club was memorable.
The main character. AG. I cannot spell the name as I am half blind and only listen, so not sure of how to spell it.
I only wish this novel had been longer. The ending begs for a sequel.
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