The dystopian novel unfolds on an unnamed island whose inhabitants, under a harsh dictatorship, are regularly forced into forgetting that results from the memory control, a policy that is widely applied in that state. They are periodically stripped of both certain objects and the very words that describe them, and their memories of both vanish shortly. One morning, people may simply wake up to discover that ribbons, roses, or birds have disappered from their mental and linguistic landscape. Breaking into homes, conducting searches, and confiscating photographs, books, drawings, and diaries, special memory police root out any trace of newly forbidden concepts.
My accidental encounter with Ogawa’s book - intuitively picked up at an airport bookstore - revealed unsettling parallels with our own time, in which repression, arrests, and fabricated trials of innocent people define political realities in many countries, Belarus being only one of them. Memory is what anchors us: it outlines and fills in the contours of the self, shaping our perception of “here and now” and informing our understanding of past decisions and actions - whether they were fully lived or merely imagined. Remembering who you were yesterday and who you are today determines the shape of your tomorrow.