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Title:
Tokyo doesn't love us anymore
Author:
Loriga, Ray, 1967-
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Uniform Title:
Tokio ya no nos quiere. English
Publication Information:
New York : Grove Press, [2003]

©2003
Physical Description:
260 pages ; 21 cm
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English
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ISBN:
9780802141477

9781841954158
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Summary

This is a disturbing and exhilarating novel in which the anonymous protagonist, a dealer offering a range of the latest chemicals designed to make consumers forget everything, finds his past and present, along with his own identity, disintegrate under the effects of these 'drugs of oblivion'. Set in the very near future, this novel is very much in the style of dystopias like Orwell's 1984, while also evoking the bewildering visual universe of Blade Runner.The protagonist moves througha world of cynical consumerism, whether in Arizona, South East Asia or Europe, under the constant scrutiny of the Company in whose products he deals. The alienating urban environment that surrounds him intensifies the feeling that he does not belong to any one country or place. His life is spent in transit on deserted motorways or in crowded airports and anonymous hotel rooms, punctuated by business contacts with similarly nameless customers and random, meaningless sexual encounters. There is no place for guilt or personal responsibility in a society in which one's acts are easily forgotten thanks to drugs designed to erase all memories from the mind.The protagonist speaks with a disarming humor born of his detachment from life, personal relationships and the very consequences of his actions. What makes this vision so alarming is the fact that both its observations and its conclusions are entirely believable.


Reviews 2

Booklist Review

Spanish author-film director Loriga is gaining a cult following in Europe and the U.S. for a handful of offbeat novels that straddle the line between the avant-garde and science fiction. His latest novel is about an unnamed traveling salesman who floats between the retirement communities of Phoenix, Arizona, and the flesh markets of Bangkok, selling an enigmatic and potent new drug that selectively erases memories. His clients are jilted lovers, rich businessmen seeking to obliterate last night's debauchery to better enjoy the next, and, in one case, a Japanese car dealer trying for forget that his prosthetic limb has replaced a real one. Inevitably, somewhere during his ramblings, the salesman samples his wares and is propelled on an increasingly surrealistic journey, during which he surrenders more and more fragments of his identity. By turns dreamlike and disturbing, Loriga's chilling, concise prose shines a dark spotlight on the modern allure of pharmaceuticals' seeming power to assuage all ills. As a portrayal of narcotic dissipation, the novel ranks with William Burroughs' best. --Carl Hays Copyright 2004 Booklist


Publisher's Weekly Review

In Spanish writer Loriga's derivative novel, an anonymous narrator travels the world of the near future selling memory-erasing drugs to anyone with recollections they'd rather forget. The callous but despairing narrator peddles "chemical" for the "Company," which sends him around the globe, from Arizona to Bangkok, from Berlin to Tokyo. In each exotic port-of-call the agent makes a sale or two, has anonymous sex and collects memories he himself will one day have to erase. "There's no longer anything that chemical can't hide nor anything that chemical isn't capable of bringing back again," he laments. Occasionally, Loriga conjures up an interesting futuristic nugget (e.g., a computer program that reincarnates the dead), but more often he meanders into generic tangents that could have come from any other dystopian sci-fi novel. Sometimes his hard-boiled prose hits the mark ("Memory is like the most stupid dog, you throw it a stick and it brings you any old thing"), but often he tries too hard for neo-noir hipness ("Tijuana stretches out into the desert like a stain of oil on an ice rink"). The novel feels cobbled together from the work of past sci-fi masters: the cold and indiscriminate sexuality of J.G. Ballard's Crash, the hallucinogenic tone of Burroughs's Naked Lunch, the cyberpunk globe-trotting of William Gibson and the bleak not-too-distant-future of Philip K. Dick. In the end, Loriga's own story barely emerges from the homages to his predecessors. Agent, Howard Morhaim. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved