Osamu Dazai

The novella that first propelled Dazai into the literary elite of post-war Japan. Essentially the start of Dazai's career, Schoolgirl gained notoriety for its ironic and inventive use of language. Now it illuminates the prevalent social structures of a lost time, as well as the struggle of the individual against them--a theme that occupied Dazai's life both personally and professionally. This new translation preserves the playful language of the original and offers the reader a new window into the mind of one of the greatest Japanese authors of the 20th century.

Schoolgirl

greta

everyone loves the place where they were born. I felt bored.

Isn’t the thought of a peaceful life so wonderful? We live in distress everyday in this agonizing world, but even living in the thought of peace is truly amazing.

Chaosisamazinglol

“I was thrilled by the new possibility of a new, calm me, one who emerged after I had simply accepted my place.”

maia

Tomorrow will probably be another day like today. Happiness will never come my way. I know that. But it's probably best to go to sleep believing that it will surely come, tomorrow it will come. I purposely made a loud thump as I fell into bed. Ah, that feels good. The futon was cool, just the right temperature against my back, and it was simply delightful. Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. The thought occurred to me as I lay there. You wait and wait for happiness, and when finally you can't bear it any longer, you rush out of the house, only to hear later that a marvelous happiness arrived the following day at the home you had abandoned, and now it was too late. Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. Happiness...

Nobody in the world understood our suffering. In time, when we became adults, we might look back on this pain and and loneliness as a funny thing, perfectly ordinary, but-but how were we expected to get by, to get through this interminable period of time until that point when we were adults? 

To break free from this vexatious and awful never-ending cycle, this flood of outrageous thoughts, and to long for nothing more than simply to sleephow clean, how pure, the mere thought of it is exhilarating.

As always happens, while I was busy preparing the meal and adding things here and there, I was overcome with an extreme emptiness. I felt depressed, and dead tired. I lapsed into overload from all my effort. Nothing mattered anymore. In the end, who cares?! I told myself desperately and, no longer concerned with taste or appearance, I flung things about in a messy clatter. 

I want to be a good daughter whose feelings are in perfect sync with Mother's, and just because of that, I go to these absurd lengths to please her. The best thing would be if Mother could just intuit how I felt, without my saying anything, and she could rest easy. No matter how selfish I am, I will never do anything to make myself a laughingstock even in my pain and loneliness I will still protect what is important. Since I love Mother and this house so very dearly, she should have absolute confidence in me, and just be carefree and relaxed. I will make sure to do a good job. I will keep my nose to the grindstone. It would be my greatest pleasureit's the way I should be living anyway. 

"From now on, the joy in life is gone. Forgive me for saying, but when I look at you, the truth is, I don't feel much pleasure. Without your father, perhaps it's best if there is no happiness” 

Why is it that we cannot be happy with ourself or love only ourself throughout our life? It is pathetic to watch whatever emotions or sense of reason I have acquired up to that point be devoured by instinct.

Really, I don't know which is the true me. What ever will I do when there aren't any more books to read, or when I can't find another role model to imitate? Probably just wither away, helpless and sniveling profusely.

Given my lack of experience, if my books were taken away from me, I would be utterly devastated. That's how much I depend on what's written in books. I’ll read one book and be completely wild about it-Ill trust it, I'll assimilate it, I’ll sympathize with it, I’ll try to make it a part of my ife. Then, l read another book and, instantly, l switch over to that one. 

All kinds of terrible regrets converge at once in my mind, and my heart stops up as I writhe in agony.

Cate

“sometimes happiness comes one night too late.”

i am her and i think i’ll always be her

shels

“sometimes happiness comes one night too late.”

i am her and i think i’ll always be her

"Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. The thought occurred to me as I lay there. You wait and wait for happiness, and when finally you can't bear it any longer, you rush out of the house, only to hear later that a marvelous happiness arrived the following day at the home you had abandoned, and now it was too late. Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. Happiness..."

No book has ever resonated with me as much as this one. I deeply felt the narrator's struggle, confusion, sadness, and yearning. It was an easy read—almost as if I was reading my high school diary.

"Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. The thought occurred to me as I lay there. You wait and wait for happiness, and when finally you can't bear it any longer, you rush out of the house, only to hear later that a marvelous happiness arrived the following day at the home you had abandoned, and now it was too late. Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. Happiness..."


No book has ever resonated with me as much as this one. I deeply felt the narrator's struggle, confusion, sadness, and yearning. It was an easy read—almost as if I was reading my high school diary.

I'm kinda into Osamu Dazai's writing style

I loved this story. I love Osamu Dazai's writing style. The MC is a schoolgirl who's lost without a purpose. It's nice how we just dwell within her thoughts as she goes on with her daily life.

saya :3

Kris 

Favourite Dazai story despite the lower rating. It was somewhat difficult to read back when I read it due to how much the main characters thoughts resonated with me

ipek soran.

this is the first book i've read from osamu dazai and i surely will read more of his work. 

Trisa P

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Koshi

Schoolgirl was first published more than a decade before Catcher in the Rye, but many of its preoccupations- the dislocation of adolescence, the stifling weight of cultural expectations, the unreliability of adults, the difficulty of authentic expressions of individuality- are remarkably similar. Where Schoolgirl contrasts sharply from Catcher, however, is in how its narrator responds to the tumult of adolescence: Where Holden outwardly rebels, Schoolgirl's narrator sticks closely to the script expected of her from her mother, teachers, and friends, even though it is entirely at odds with the dictates of her inner monologue. Her angst lives silently inside her.

Schoolgirl

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