Fuminori Nakamura Boeken

The Thief is a seasoned pickpocket. Anonymous in his tailored suit, he weaves in and out of Tokyo crowds, stealing wallets from strangers so smoothly sometimes he doesn't even remember the snatch. Most people are just a blur to him, nameless faces from whom he chooses his victims. He has no family, no friends, no connections. But he does have a past, which finally catches up with him when Ishikawa, his first partner, reappears in his life, and offers him a job he can't refuse. It's an easy job: tie up an old rich man, steal the contents of the safe. No one gets hurt. Only the day after the job does he learn that the old man was a prominent politician, and that he was brutally killed after the robbery. And now the Thief is caught in a tangle even he might not be able to escape

The thief is a seasoned pickpocket. Anonymous in a tailored suit, he weaves through Tokyo crowds, smoothly stealing wallets from nameless, faceless strangers. He has no family, friends or connections, but his past catches up with him when his old partner-in-crime offers him a job he can't refuse.

Turn this page, and you may forfeit your entire life. A confessional diary implicates its reader in a heinous crime, and reveals with disturbing honesty the psychological motives of a killer. With My Annihilation, Fuminori Nakamura, master of literary noir, has constructed a puzzle-box of a narrative that delves relentlessly into the darkest corners of human consciousness, that interrogates the unspeakable thoughts that all humans share and that only monsters act on.

The aftermath of the murder of a bondage teacher reveals the darkest corners of the human mind in this chilling new mystery from the master of Japanese literary noir. Two detectives. Two identical women. One dead body— then two, then three, then four. All knotted up in Japan’s underground BDSM scene and kinbaku, a form of rope bondage which bears a complex cultural history of spirituality, torture, cleansing, and sacrifice. As Togashi, a junior member of the police force, investigates the murder of a kinbaku instructor, he finds himself unable to resist his own private transgressive desires. In contrast, Togashi’s Sherlock Holmesian colleague Hayama is morally upright to a fault, with a stalwart commitment to the truth and nearly superhuman powers of deduction. When Hayama notices a dangerous measure of darkness within Togashi, he embarks on a parallel investigation, which soon spirals out of control. Unflinching in its flayed-raw treatment of identity, violence, sexuality, power, the occult, and the divine, The Rope Artist is both viscerally painful and unexpectedly hopeful—a genre homage that shines a light on the most dangerous elements of the human psyche.

Die mächtige japanische Kuki-Familie folgt einer menschenverachtenden Tradition: Der jeweils jüngste Sohn wird dazu erzogen, das Böse über die Menschheit zu bringen. Und so erhält Fumihiro eine Ausbildung, deren Ziel Zerstörung und Unglück ist, so viel ein einzelner Mensch nur vermag. Doch er hat andere Pläne: Fumihiro liebt das Waisenmädchen Kaori und will sie beschützen – und damit wird sein eigener Vater zu seinem schlimmsten Feind.

Kenji Yamamine kommt in den Besitz der legendären Teufelstrompete des Komponisten Suzuki. Ihr wird die Macht zugeschrieben, Menschen zu begeistern und zu fanatisieren. Bei Recherchen auf den Philippinen trifft Kenji die junge Anh. Sie verlieben sich, Anh folgt ihm nach Tokio, wo sie gewaltsam stirbt. Neben der Trauer um Anh wird Kenji von einer rätselhaften religiösen Sekte verfolgt, die die Trompete für ihre Zwecke nutzen will. Was Kenji jetzt noch bleibt, ist, das Rätsel der Trompete zu lösen und sich mit der Welt in Liebe zu versöhnen.

In einer Regennacht findet ein junger Mann in den Straßen von Tokio eine Leiche – und neben ihr einen Revolver. Nishikawa nimmt die Waffe an sich und entwickelt schon nach kurzer Zeit eine unheimliche Obsession. All seine Gedanken, sein ganzes Leben kreisen um das perfekte kleine Wunderwerk. Und um die vier Kugeln, die sich noch immer in der Trommel befinden. Irgendwann ist es nicht mehr genug, die Waffe zu besitzen. Er muss sie abfeuern.