Call this a dystopia, and maybe it is. But it isn’t. Unless we wish to look at our own world as a potential utopia, and god I really hope we don’t do that, then this just isn’t a dystopian novel. Nor is it an authoritarian one, even though it involves authoritarianism, and nor is it post-apocalypse, because there’s no apocalypse. Instead, it’s a future novel. It’s a novel about a future Japan in which the world has been rocked by earthquakes and tidal waves, alongside […]
The street was made of glass sheeting
The Emissary by Yoko Tawada