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Original Title:	人間失格 [Ningen Shikkaku]
ISBN:	0811204812 (ISBN13: 9780811204811)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	大庭葉蔵 [Ōba Yōzō]
Setting:	Japan

No Longer Human

Osamu Dazai

Paperback | Pages: 176 pages

Rating: 4.11 | 17179 Users | 1463 Reviews

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Osamu Dazai's No Longer Human, this leading postwar Japanese writer's second novel, tells the poignant and fascinating story of a young man who is caught between the breakup of the traditions of a northern Japanese aristocratic family and the impact of Western ideas. In consequence, he feels himself "disqualified from being human" (a literal translation of the Japanese title).

Donald Keene, who translated this and Dazai's first novel, The Setting Sun, has said of the author's work: "His world … suggests Chekhov or possibly postwar France, … but there is a Japanese sensibility in the choice and presentation of the material. A Dazai novel is at once immediately intelligible in Western terms and quite unlike any Western book." His writing is in some ways reminiscent of Rimbaud, while he himself has often been called a forerunner of Yukio Mishima.

Cover painting by Noe Nojechowiz, from the collection of John and Barbara Duncan; design by Gertrude Huston

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Title	:	No Longer Human
Author	:	Osamu Dazai
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 176 pages
Published	:	January 17th 1958 by New Directions (first published July 25th 1948)
Categories	:	Fiction. Cultural. Japan

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No Longer Human... Yozo believes halfheartedly (it doesn't beat strongly enough to be whole) himself to be an outcast. He feels nothing in himself to connect himself to himself, let alone others. I have to say that I didn't feel he was different from other people. All along I was disregarding the not being human parts. It wasn't different to feel behind blank walls, a gravity for numbness and not having to think. I kinda think (aha!) one has to know themselves a bit before they can begin

Second Review [3.75 stars] Keenly interested in a column in a Thai newspaper dated November 5th, 2017 showing a book cover of a translated novel in Thai titled สูญสินความเปนคน, I recalled reading this book No Longer Human last year and it has roughly similar meaning as compared with the Thai title. Incidentally, I need time to have a look at the Thai version since, I think, it's interesting to read and compare the Thai version translated from Japanese into Thai as a second language (L2) with the

Those days where you wake up with your head in a fog and your body feeling like it's covered in bricks that you have to dig your way out of, and your leg is asleep so you trip getting out of bed, and you're late for work so of course the traffic's bad leading you to road-rage across lanes accelerating then braking back and forth again while muttering to yourself about how stupid everyone is and you're so glad it's Sunday in their fucking world because all the drivers are 90 years old and frail

No Longer Human is brutal, and about as accurate a portrait of the skewing effects the twin corrupters of narcissism and depression can have on a life. The narrator, based closely on Dazai's own life, is insufferable, not only to those around him but to himself and yet like a corrosive fog, he consumes everyone and everything with whom he comes in contact. Anyone blessed enough to not have depression in them will likely not find much to like in this book, but for the rest of us, Dazai is

Behind ballads of an orphaned heart,Lay poetic trance of a loves facade.Dreads the ghostly art within hazy shades,Human shame in comic masquerades.Inebriated words coughing in notebooksEmpty sake bottles in curls of smoke,Vice or virtue, the gullible spirit bragsDiabolical tales of a death mask.Everything passes, cried the blue cradleSlept, the wings of a fallen angel.A solitary word blissfully prances from the anxious mind, fears the disintegration of its syllables; the distorted enunciation of

I read this book in just a couple of days. It could probably be read in one lazy afternoon. I read it, expressionless. I finished it without wincing or panicking. And then when I closed the book, I burst into tears. The book is basically five chapters. The middle three resemble memoirs. They are written by the self-proclaimed non-human, and main character: Yozo. The first and the last chapter are written by a man that found the memoirs ten years after their completion. Yozo not only feels

What is it with young men in so much Japanese literature? Whether it's Murakami, Mishima, Soseki, or Dezai they always come across as either lonely, shut-off or damaged (or some combination of the three). Yozo feels about as radically alienated from the world as any character could be. Even bitchy little Holden Caulfield never carried half as much angst as the main character in No Longer Human seems to have. And the loneliness he feels is all the more painful because of how deeply internalized