Hotel Iris

Seventeen year old Mari is narrator of the Hotel Iris. Her life is not the kind of life any girl her age, or anyone for that matter, would envy. A high school dropout, she lost her father to a violent death at the age of eight, and now she spends her days and nights working the front desk, among other duties, at the Hotel Iris which is owned by her mother. Mari is clearly not only a lonely girl, but an emotionally damaged one as well. Her father's death and the treatment she receives from her mother, who is who is constantly barking orders and criticizing her, have not helped her self esteem. The hotel is a shabby seaside hotel, presumably in Japan. The only other hotel employee besides Mari and her mother is a kleptomaniac for a maid. The hotel is rarely busy off season, in fact oftentimes its only customers are prostitutes and their clients. One day while Mari is working the front desk a loud commotion and fight ensues in Room 202. A man in his 50's chases a woman, obviously a prostitute, out of the room. He yells, "Shut up whore" at the woman. When Mari hears his voice yelling at the woman, her reaction is, "when giving orders......his voice is beautiful". This, of course, is in contrast to the way her mother orders her around all the time. When Mari later sees the mysterious man in town she decides to follow him, wanting to find out more about him. Once she meets him, she follows him to an isolated island cottage, there she finds out he is a Russian translator, and what follows is a sick sadomasochistic relationship. The writing is gorgeous and it is easy to feel a sense of place....... "The storm had broken over the island by the time we emerged from the pantry. Rain beat against the windows, the wind swirled and the surf washed deep into the cove. Waves crashed on the rocks below shooting deep white spray in the dark. The roar of the sea and the howling of the wind shook the whole island. The translator turned on the light in the room". You can feel the some of the sick, painful moments as well..... "He undressed me with great skill, movements no less elegant for all the violence. Indeed, the more he shamed me, the more refined he became---like a perfumer plucking the petals from a rose, a jeweler prying open an oyster for its pearl". OR.... "For me, a superb penalty that would have never occurred to anyone else. He dragged me into the bathroom and cut off my hair". MY THOUGHTS -- In some ways this book was like a horrible car crash you pass on the highway--you don't want to look, but you can't help yourself. I felt the same way about the book, I wanted to turn my head, but the beautiful writing just would not let me quit. The writing hooked me from the first page of the short (164 page) novel. Because the story is so short, I never felt I totally understood what was going on inside of Mari's head, and why she was so obsessed about continuing to see the unnamed translator; her obsession with him was unshakable. It is tough to

I recently read Hotel Iris. The style is clean and distinctive. I enjoyed it--a great read. I heard a review on NPR, and they said it was "dark." It was sado-masochistic, erotic, and enveloped the life of a young girl without much education or life experience.

I absolutely loved this book! I saw it on the shelf at the Public Library and thought that it would make a nice, quick, read for a weekend at 176 pages. Little did I know that the book had a secret sado-masochistic side to it. I thought, from the description, that the girl would end up learning some tragic secret from the translator and forge a friendship with him or help him defeat his demons. I had no idea that she was this damaged and that he would use this to his own twisted advantage. I adore when a book surprises me and this certainly won the prize for repeated surprise!

The beautiful cover of this slim novel, an hotel bedroom window looking over a wide sea, suggests a gentle romance -- something fleeting, a little sad perhaps, but tender. Ogawa's previous novel, THE HOUSEKEEPER AND THE PROFESSOR, about the affection between an old man, a young woman, and a child, leads one to expect a similar beauty here. And when this novel begins to sketch a tentative, courteous friendship between a lonely girl of seventeen working in her mother's seaside hotel and a much older man, one settles in for a bittersweet novella of romantic initiation such as might have been written by Elizabeth Bowen or Anita Brookner. Wrong! But also right. For no matter where the story goes (and it takes us into some strange territory indeed) it retains some of those qualities of eager innocence, a bud that opens in the span of a single summer. But nothing about the book prepares the reader for the R-rated content. The girl, Mari, first encounters the older man (simply referred to as "the translator" since he ekes out a living translating from Russian) when her mother throws him out of the hotel after a noisy row with a prostitute. Bumping into Mari some days later, he is apologetic and almost old-fashioned in his meticulous courtesy; we assume that this was a one-time occasion that will not be repeated. But Mari, it seems, was equally attracted by the man's power and sense of danger. More than once, she lets him take her to his home on an island a short ferry-ride from the town, and all that happens there is embraced by her as much as by him. Some readers may be disturbed by the explicit action. But the truly disturbing aspect is the clarity of the author's insight into Mari's mind. Ogawa refuses the easy categories of predator and victim. Short though the book is, she achieves an exquisite balance between innocence and experience that turns a four-star subject into a five-star achievement. I cannot help thinking that she must have taken Thomas Mann's DEATH IN VENICE as her model, inverting its viewpoint and moving it to Japan. She has written a worthy homage, if so.

Ogawa has a way of burrowing deep in to the thoughts and motivations of difficult, sometimes violent, sometimes perverse people, and making you understand them. This is by far her most compassionate book.