Memory Police, The

BOOK REVIEW THE MEMORY POLICE BY~ YOKO OGAWA ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ______________________ 🍂The memory Police written by Yoko Ogawa and translated by Stephen Snyder is an exemplary work of translated fiction. The text was haunting, heavy-hearted, thought-provoking & beautiful. I'm grateful to the people who took the initiative to make this amazing piece of work available to us in the English language. 🍂I could care less about the plot as the writing itself had all my attention. But our protagonist here is A writer. Her memories are hindered by the losses of things that have disappeared from the island. And those who are in charge of making the disappearances possible were 'the memory police', robot-like people with measured & sure movements. After losing her parents to this plague, she didn't care much about the frequent unannounced visits and summons from the memory police, until she decides to do something to save the few people left in her life whom she loved and was her only mean to cling to any kind of hope so that her heart doesn't forget the things that no more exist. even though the meaning and emotions attached to them were long gone from her memory.

Nice book but somehow a little dragged within the pages. The story has a good beginning and the end, but in the middle it could not invoke strong thrill or emotions. May be not as per my expectations. Come what may, it can be picked up.

As if written for current times

To be very brief,it follows the life of three people in an isolated island that are ruled by 'memory police'that can make things,memories, living or non-living disappear from time to time .The protagonist is a young girl who is dealing with this constant loss of things and her attachment to those ,the old man who has seen a lot of disappearances and has taken it as a way of life and the last but not least,the editor (R) who does'nt forget anything at all.The pacing might be slow but hold on till the end because it's worth your read.I really enjoyed it.It shows the complexities of society that a single power head can bring and horrors of not losong your memory as the process follows.

Our narrator is a nameless young woman who lives on a nameless island in a dystopian world controlled by the Memory Police where objects keep disappearing. The course of disappearance is random and with it the associated memories also disappear. People recalibrate their lives to this loss. The narrator was born to a sculpture artist and an ornithologist, both of whom are no longer around, is working on a novel. R is her editor. There is also a nameless old man who was a friend of the narrator’s parents. With the cascading events, these three come together and form an intimate bond. The narrator’s mother was among the few who could retain her memories. Later, we come to know that before the Memory Police had detained her, she hid certain seemingly 'disappeared' items in a secret chest of drawers and some in her sculptures too. Like her mother, R was also someone who could remember things. Finding this out, the narrator and the old man take it as an imperative to hide him from the Police. They build a secret arrangement for him in the narrator’s house and try their best to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Things keep disappearing, language is punctured as words lose meaning and existence. Many professions also become expendable. The Memory Police keeps sniffing and raiding. It raids the narrator’s house and in a highly dramatic stroke of luck, they don’t find R. ‘Novels’ also disappear and with it, the narrator's memory of her own manuscript. People collectively burn books. The narrator and the old man too. R has saved a few books he considers important in his secret chamber. He implores her not to burn the manuscript and she agrees even though for her, uttering the world ‘novel’ becomes difficult. The narrator and the old man try to keep R connected to his family. They act as secret messengers. The kindness which this trio displays in whatever possible ways, is exemplary especially when kindness has become dispensable. R keeps urging the narrator and the old man to hold onto their memory. His life is an act of defiance. He believes in the resilience of memories. He pushes the narrator to work on her manuscript, to give shape to her story about the typist who has lost her voice. She forces herself to remember but writing appears almost impossible. The meta story, which she was working on, unfolds. She has been able to retrieve her lost string of thoughts and with great difficulty, completes it. The meta story, on the surface, does not contribute much to the main narrative, but it echoes the same feelings of control, fear, alienation and voicelessness. I liked the juxtaposition where the narrator is reclaiming her voice as she finishes writing about her voiceless protagonist. Eventually, body parts too begin to disappear. They disappear figuratively leaving just the weight of a cavity. The person forgets its function. The narrator has lost her limbs but R assures her that they are still intact. The world keeps crumbling and there seems no end to this. The book which first came out in 1994 translated much later, has garnered attention ever since. It is compared with Orwell’s 1984 and Huxley’s Brave New World but I feel thats an overestimation. Ogawa’s book perhaps intentionally leaves certain inconsistencies and doesn’t tell the backstories that have led to her dystopia. We don’t know how the Police rose into power, what keeps their mechanism at place and their ultimate purpose. Certain things needed explaining, the lack of which makes the world building brittle while 1984 and BNW are known for their extremely detailed worlds. On second thoughts, given that the story is more allegorical, certain explanations do not feel necessary. More than believability, this book asks questions about memory. Questions like whether memory is integral or corruptible, how much of memory is reliable, what happens when collective memory is erased and whether its loss is indeed unfortunate, whether one regrets or fights its loss or moves on recalibrating themselves, whether the loss is filled by apathy, whether there ever can be complete erasure of memory, how does memory constitute one's identity. The book is gloomy for the most part and a little monotonous too. A ray of hope shines only in few sections. When the narrator expresses her silent resistance overcoming the foisted handicap. Second, the three characters choosing kindness over all adversities. Such moments are heartwarming. Third, when they discover the narrator’s mother’s hidden objects, which are quite commonplace and insignificant. The objects don’t lead to revealing information. They were just thoughtfully preserved to help the discoverer rekindle memories of tenderness, a bridge to a fogged but not a distant past. Ogawa tells the immensity of the difficulty in beaing and creating in an extremely unfavourable world. The story stokes some visceral feelings but it did feel dragged. I am also assuming the translation is not upto the mark which may have dimmed the story’s intent but it is certainly worth a read.

"In those days everyone could smell perfume. But no more". What if they could erase things from the collective memory ? Everyone forgets the thing or event at the same time, and boom, with a single stroke against memory, it is history. Oh sorry, there is no history without remembrance. How do people cope up with such a collective loss. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐎𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 Some dystopias shout. The Memory Police whispers in silence, mystery and suffocation. A typical Japanese novel - minimalist and simple, but it delivers it's version of dystopia without telescreens, big brother, chasing agents & laboratories. Yoko Ogawa’s dystopia isn’t built on grand revolutions or tech surveillance. It unfolds quietly, on an unnamed island, where things begin to vanish, one by one - roses, ribbons, ferries, birds, books, legs - first from the world, then memory. What’s left behind is a strange, aching emptiness that no one dares to question. Terror is quieter; the ease with which people surrender memory. There is silence, but no revolt. The assault is on collective memory, and remembrance is a death sentence. Amid this slow erasure lives a novelist who tries to write as her world dissolves around her. When she discovers that her editor still remembers what the rest have forgotten, she hides him in her home - from the Memory Police, and from a society that can no longer bear remembrance. Their fragile act of resistance - of remembering when forgetting is law - is the book’s tender heart. Unlike most dystopias, The Memory Police doesn’t explain who the oppressors are or how they operate. Its terror is silent. The memory is quietly surrendered, every time the world becomes one thing less. Ogawa’s prose feels like snow falling on memory - soft, cold, and quietly chilling. This is a novel not about rebellion, but about endurance. Not about victory, but about the quiet, human instinct to hold on - to love, to remember, even as everything fades, to carry on with loss. You don’t read "The Memory Police" for answers, but for the haunting silences amid the losses, one after another.

I was stuck to the book like a glue. You wouldn't be able to keep it down after a point. One of the top tier dystopian books out there.

The story follows 5he protagonist who is herself an author and how the story unfolds in an island where things disappear without any explanation. The memory police is a military group who are incharge of putting away anybody who can keep the Memory alive. A very captivating story based in dystopian society. It shows the pain of losing things ,your live ones and how we must cherish the small thing in life.