Horrific and scary, while at the same time affirming and beautiful.
—Rumaan Alam, The New Republic,

Winner of the Akutagawa Prize, The Hole is by turns reminiscent of Lewis Carroll, David Lynch, and My Neighbor Totoro, but is singularly unsettling

Available October 6, 2020

The Hole

Fiction by Hiroko Oyamada

Translated from the Japanese by David Boyd

With a contribution by Hiroko Oyamada

Asa’s husband is transferring jobs, and his new office is located near his family’s home in the countryside. During an exceptionally hot summer, the young married couple move in, and Asa does her best to quickly adjust to their new rural lives, to their remoteness, to the constant presence of her in-laws and the incessant buzz of cicadas. While her husband is consumed with his job, Asa is left to explore her surroundings on her own: she makes trips to the supermarket, halfheartedly looks for work, and tries to find interesting ways of killing time.

One day, while running an errand for her mother-in-law, she comes across a strange creature, follows it to the embankment of a river, and ends up falling into a hole—a hole that seems to have been made specifically for her. This is the first in a series of bizarre experiences that drive Asa deeper into the mysteries of this rural landscape filled with eccentric characters and unidentifiable creatures, leading her to question her role in this world, and eventually, her sanity.

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Paperback (published October 6, 2020)

ISBN
9780811228879
Price US
12.95
Trim Size
5x8
Page Count
112

Ebook (published October 27, 2020)

ISBN
9780811228886
Page Count
112
Horrific and scary, while at the same time affirming and beautiful.
—Rumaan Alam, The New Republic,
She is fond of jump cuts and scenes that dissolve mid-paragraph and flow into the next without so much as a line break. A pleasant vertigo sets in. Objects have a way of suddenly appearing in the hands of characters. Faces become increasingly vivid and grotesque. Nothing feels fixed; everything in the book might be a hallucination.
—Parul Sehgal, The New York Times Book Review