Abdellah TaïaA Country for Dying by Emma Ramadan

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myopia. I found myself furious with the sheer narrow-mindedness of the constant privileging of blood—children who are not told of their sperm-donor origins cannot find their “true” fathers, for example—and cheered by Natsuko’s refreshingly practical approach to this seemingly insurmountable problem. In that sense, I was invested in the story and the characters who populate it; however, the rushed ending, reminiscent of a deus ex machina, effectively undid all the good work done to that point by neatly packaging Natsuko’s ultimate decision in a context that was far too close to the norm to support the radical agenda that formed the bulk of the narrative. That is a shame, for the subject is deeply important and worthy of exploration. Although the logic of some translation decisions is opaque—why use object instead of subject pronouns? why translate some terms and not others? why use colloquialisms that make Natsuko sound younger than her late thirties?—those mysteries generally do not get in the way of the translation, which is smooth and quite readable. That fluidness, though, is not enough to save this work. Breasts and Eggs reads like nothing so much as two novels clumsily grafted together. The transparent attempt to link the two, coming near the end of the book, makes manifest the large, ugly stitches by which the amalgam is cobbled together in this Frankenstein novel. Book 2 could have stood on its own. Had it, it would not have detracted from what was a perfectly sufficient—indeed, exquisite—work, well deserving of a prize recognizing a rising talent. Erik R. Lofgren Bucknell University Masatsugu Ono Echo on the Bay Trans. Angus Turvill. San Francisco. Two Lines Press. 2020. 146 pages. IN ECHO ON THE BAY, Masatsugu Ono drops readers into the middle of a small fishing village on the southern Japanese island of Kyushu, a rather sleepy place on the face of it. Miki, the daughter of the village ’s new police officer and the narrator of the book, is new to the village, having only recently moved with her family. Her unfamiliarity mirrors that of the book’s readers, making for a very natural untangling of the village’s complex history of feuds that go back decades and open secrets, which elicit chatter that always falls just out of earshot. Much of the book takes place inside Miki’s home, with a few villagers recounting histories that are ostensibly known to everyone in the village but only talked about with doors closed and alcohol greasing the gears of memory. Their stories amble and stutter, wandering from person to person and event to event in pathways whose connections only make sense to the people who have tread them countless times. All these individual stories weave together into a singular narrative of a people tightly bound together throughout generations. Every story told to Miki occurred long before she arrived, but time moves differently in a small town, and long collective memories lend the events of the past an inertia that keeps them a constant presence in the present. The past is an imminent presence hanging over everything: lingering regrets, abuse handed down from one generation to the next, and traumas that beget more cruelty. In fact, the past even takes corporeal form at one point, when a small fishing boat thought to be lost for years suddenly reappears along the coast of the village. While the book spends most of its time untangling these pasts and situating them in relation to the present, it also quietly interrogates the future of a place like this where many things seem to never change. The younger characters, with the history laid out before them, have the chance to decide for themselves how they will let this past define them or not. Ono shines in these descriptions of small-town Japan—his familiarity with the terrain, people, and pace of life is evident (see WLT, May 2018, 20). In many of Ono’s stories, these villages seem to hold some sort of fantastical element—small moments and phenomena that don’t have a clear explanation. Echo on the Bay follows this trend as well; it’s infused...