Vanishing World is like The Handmaid’s Tale on acid ... Murata deploys both visceral language and body horror ... Murata’s trick is to build a vividly detailed world around a topsy-turvy premise, and trace its contradictory effects with deadpan conviction ... Amane’s childhood frankness evolves into a forthright curiosity in adulthood, her blunt narration — sometimes comic, sometimes cruel, laced throughout with piercing imagery — whisking you along an eye-popping plot ... It all builds to a finale more luridly transgressive than feels necessary — but Murata is not in the business of either realism or restraint ... Although too extreme to be wholly persuasive, it invites us to consider how reproductive gender equality could transform society, with chilling ramifications.
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