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apollomusing · a month ago
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"... A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense."
The Memory Police, Yoko Ogawa
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soracities · 3 months ago
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“Things are disappearing more quickly than they are being created [...] What can the people on this island create?...A few kinds of vegetables, cars that constantly break down, heavy, bulky stoves, some half-starved stock animals, oily cosmetics, babies, the occasional simple play, books no one reads…Poor, unreliable things that will never make up for those that are disappearing—and the energy that goes along with them. It’s subtle but it seems to be speeding up, and we have to watch out. If it goes on like this and we can’t compensate for the things that get lost, the island will soon be nothing but absences and holes, and when it’s completely hollowed out, we’ll all disappear without a trace. Don’t you ever feel that way?”
Yoko Ogawa, The Memory Police (tr. Stephen Snyder)
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nobrashfestivity · 8 months ago
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Unknown, cover for The Memory Police by YOKO OGAWA
Translated by Stephen Snyder
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daymarkist · 10 months ago
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Yoko Ogawa — The Memory Police (tr. Stephen Snyder)
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illustration-alcove · a year ago
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Yuko Shimizu’s book covers for Penguin Vintage’s series of 5 Japanese classics: 
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami
The Makioka Sisters by Junichiro Tanizaki
Out by Natsuo Kirino
The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yoko Ogawa
The Sailor Who Fell from Grace With the Sea by Yukio Mishima
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anthropoetics · a year ago
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the memory police, yoko ogawa
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booksandteaandstuff · 2 months ago
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A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much.
Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police
https://bookshop.org/a/12010/9781101911815
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macrolit · 5 months ago
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The gentle patter of the rain was punctuated by the scratching of pencil on paper.
The Housekeeper and the Professor, Yoko Ogawa
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thebluesthour · 2 months ago
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The professor had chosen his words carefully to avoid frightening the children. They were sitting quietly, behaving themselves. The boy was fiddling with a nondescript stone as though it were a toy with some elaborate hidden mechanism. His plain light blue gloves had obviously been knit by hand. They were connected to each other with a strand of yarn, to keep them from becoming separated. I remembered wearing the same kind, long ago, and, in this basement so full of anxiety, they seemed like the lone sign of innocence and peace.
Yoko Ogawa, The Memory Police (trans. Stephen Snyder)
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memoryslandscape · a year ago
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I suspect the only reason I’ve been able to go on writing is that I’ve had your heart by my side all along.
Yōko Ogawa, from The Memory Police, transl. Stephen Snyder (Pantheon, 2019)
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the-final-sentence · 6 months ago
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Closed in the hidden room, I continued to disappear.
Yoko Ogawa, from The Memory Police
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bagofbonesmp3 · a month ago
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“Mama, why do you remember all the things that have been disappeared? Why can you still smell the ‘perfume’ that everyone else has forgotten?”
She looked out through the window for a moment, gazing at the moon, and then brushed some stone dust from her apron.
“I suppose because I’m always thinking about them,” she said, her voice a bit hoarse.
“But I don’t understand,” I said. “Why are you the only one who hasn’t lost anything? Do you remember everything? Forever?”
She looked down, as though this were something sad, so I kissed her again to make her feel better.
– Yoko Ogawa, The Memory Police
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soracities · 8 months ago
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Autumn passed quickly. The crashing of the waves was sharp and cold, and the wind brought the winter clouds from beyond the mountains.
Yoko Ogawa, The Memory Police (trans. Stephen Snyder)
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godzilla-reads · a year ago
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“I have read my books by many lights, hoarding their beauty, their wit or wisdom against the dark days when I would have no book, nor a place to read.”
—Louis L’Amour
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daymarkist · 10 months ago
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Yoko Ogawa - The Memory Police (tr. Stephen Snyder)
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princekiem · 10 months ago
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@storyseekers event 17: art in books
— the memory police by yōko ogawa
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tomesofthetrade · a year ago
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