Gaijin by Remittance Girl
Remittance Girl is from Toronto, Canada. She writes erotic fiction. If you would like to read more about her check her Remittance Girl GoodReads Page, or if you would like to know more check out her HOME PAGE. I have to give this author some mention because I feel fortunate to have stumbled upon her book. It didn't seem apparent to me at first why, I was more confused than anything else about her book, but now it all makes sense why I appreciate her writing and her choice of subject.
In this novel, is Jennifer, the main character, a prisoner taken hostage by a manipulating freak, or is she the obsession of his short-lived love for her? Does he hate her, or does he embrace her? Is she the exemplary model for faulty women or is he just mixed up in his own history with an abusive father (even though that isn't something fully developed in the book)? This seems to be a very strong theme of struggle in this book. There is a hatred and disgust storming through the characters at first, and then the book transforms into a passion of love and erotica binding two people who never seemed to be fit for it in the first place. This book has a little bit of a shock value.
"When Jennifer left the cold and damp of London for the sparkle and bustle of Tokyo, she imagined she'd find a world full of cherry blossom festivals, ancient tea ceremonies and Geishas. What she got instead was a cramped, shared apartment, harassment on the subway and a mind-numbing job as a hostess at the Blonde Chick Bar in Roppongi.
With a single, unintentional insult all that changed. She wakes up to find that she has been kidnapped by Shindo: a sadistic Yakuza demi-god who doesn't take his loss of face easily. Caught between his hatred of all things foreign and a growing obsession with this blonde gaijin, he is determined to make her pay for her rejection in sadistic and degrading ways.
A woman's lot is to endure,' says the fox spirit in her dreams, but Jennifer wonders whether there are indeed fates worse than death. Little by little, she finds out."
When Jennifer becomes the victim little does she know that it will take a different turn then expected. Happy ending? Well if you believe in one, it might just happen. No spoiler, though. Jennifer is not a brittle and fragile young woman, she stands up for herself most often than not. That, unfortunately, doesn't do her much good. She learns to endure, for that will carry her the distance.
The genre of erotica with a sadistic nature of a disturbed man is not something everyone is fit to stomach. Fortunately, though, if you choose to stick through some of the most gruesome parts of this book, you'll realize something significant to the dynamic between the kindnaper and victim. Most obvious will be that they both become humans yearning for closeness to another human being, and sometimes that may manifests in some twisted fashion that might dismiss that human need to begin with, creating what we call, 'a monster.' Luckly, Jennifer, finds herself with an opportunity to experience something beyond a demonic self, but an individual, who albeit twisted, happens to know the pleasure of life.
The writing is very explicit in this book. The author does not leave anything to the realm of imagination. Be prepared to read through thoughts and images you may not have volunteered yourself for to begin with. That's that nature of true art, though, transparency. One reason why the book seems to be banned. A whole other topic that will be discussed on this blog in the near future. For whatever reason, people believe that being transparent, blunt, completely thorough has negative effects. Being a firm believer that for us to learn true and honest lessons of life, the art of expression has to be as transparent as possible, this book made an impression on me. It's simple. It's blunt. It's twisted. Yet, it's effective. It leaves an impression on you.
For these reasons, and more probably, this book deserves attention, mention, and appreciation. Here is an excerpt, decide for yourself if you'd like to read more:
" He was a crocodile waiting for prey by the side of a lake.
Then he moved, circling the bed slowly, once, twice, and then again. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and listened to his soft football on the carpet and the rhythm of his breathing. In one rough motion, he grabbed one of her ankles, pulling her leg straight and turning her onto her stomach. This time, she didn't make a sound or fight.
He knelt behind her, forcing her knees apart with his own. She felt him guid his **** into position and he shoved into her from behind, hard, covering her back with his body. He grunted as he seated himself inside her. It was a deep, sharp interior pain, but she didn't allow herself to cry out; with her face pressed into the linen, her clenched hands tucked beneath her chest, she lay still and waited it to be over."
It's not a book to take likely, and erotica fiction is not for everyone, but if you decide to read this book, please come back and tell me about it. Let me know what you think of it. Are you for it, or against it? And Why?