It is beautifully written and places you unequivocally into the main characters perspective. No Longer Human is quite reminiscent of other books in the sad-guy-rants-about-life genre, such as Notes from Underground, and though it was short, I did enjoy reading (listening) to it.
I don’t feel like that really anymore, but this book took me back to that time. I remember writing that I felt like my very existence was embarrassing. I used to have a feeling whenever I went out in public that I was always being judged and every little thing I did, from the way I carried myself, to the way I spoke, and dressed, was wrong, and that which came naturally to everyone else could never come naturally to me. Whatever friendships I had were doomed to fail because it was only a matter of time before people realized the kind of annoying person I truly was. I felt like there was something fundamentally wrong with me and no matter what I would never be able to be like everyone else, because I was a bad person, and because I was incapable of being likeable. I tried to seem unbothered, so I projected perfection at all times, outwardly enjoying my reputation of being “smart” and academically successful, even though I privately agreed with them that I was too annoying to be around and was ashamed of every word that came out of my mouth even when I purposely laced them with confidence. I was shy, awkward, high-strung, and other kids made fun of me for being “annoying”. In high school I was extremely insecure and anxious.
There was a time not so long ago when I would have deeply related to this book. In consequence, he feels himself “disqualified from being human” (a literal translation of the Japanese title).” “Osamu Dazai’s No Longer Human, this leading postwar Japanese writer’s second novel, tells the poignant and fascinating story of a young man who is caught between the breakup of the traditions of a northern Japanese aristocratic family and the impact of Western ideas.
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