Underground
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- $7.99
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- $7.99
Publisher Description
Una estremecedora crónica de la fragilidad de la sociedad actual.
Pese a las intenciones de quienes lo perpetraron, el ataque con gas sarín que se produjo en el metro de Tokio en marzo de 1995 sólo se cobró once vidas. Sin embargo, miles de personas resultaron heridas y muchas otras sufrieron sus consecuencias y secuelas. El novelista Haruki Murakami entrevista a las víctimas, a los que vivieron y sufrieron en propia piel el atentado, para establecer con precisión qué ocurrió ese día en las distintas líneas de metro afectadas. También para desentrañar la verdadera historia que se ocultaba bajo un acto terrorista que convirtió una anodina mañana de lunes en una tragedia nacional. Pero, sobre todo, para contestar a una pregunta primordial: ¿por qué? ¿Por qué la violencia terrorista, o cualquier violencia? ¿Y por qué en ese momento y lugar concretos? Como contrapunto, Murakami nos ofrece los testimonios de los miembros de la secta que participaron en aquel ataque y sus posibles motivos.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
On March 20, 1995, followers of the religious cult Aum Shinrikyo unleashed lethal sarin gas into cars of the Tokyo subway system. Many died, many more were injured. This is acclaimed Japanese novelist Murakami's (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, etc.) nonfiction account of this episode. It is riveting. What he mostly does here, however, is listen to and record, in separate sections, the words of both victims, people who "just happened to be gassed on the way to work," and attackers. The victims are ordinary people bankers, businessmen, office workers, subway workers who reflect upon what happened to them, how they reacted at the time and how they have lived since. Some continue to suffer great physical disabilities, nearly all still suffer great psychic trauma. There is a Rashomon-like quality to some of the tales, as victims recount the same episodes in slightly different variations. Cumulatively, their tales fascinate, as small details weave together to create a complex narrative. The attackers are of less interest, for what they say is often similar, and most remain, or at least do not regret having been, members of Aum. As with the work of Studs Terkel, which Murakami acknowledges is a model for this present work, the author's voice, outside of a few prefatory comments, is seldom heard. He offers no grand explanation, no existential answer to what happened, and the book is better for it. This is, then, a compelling tale of how capriciously and easily tragedy can destroy the ordinary, and how we try to make sense of it all.
