No Longer Human

Osamu Dazai’s No Longer Human is a devastatingly raw, hauntingly beautiful novel that grips the soul and refuses to let go. It’s not just a book—it’s a mirror, a scream, and a confession all at once. More than any other novel I’ve read, it captures the ineffable ache of being alive, the dissonance between how we are perceived and how we perceive ourselves, and the quiet horror of emotional alienation. This is, without a doubt, my favorite book—not for the comfort it offers, but for the way it understands. Told through the fictional notebooks of Ōba Yōzō, No Longer Human is a semi-autobiographical descent into isolation, mental illness, and existential despair. Yōzō is a man plagued by the inability to connect with other people genuinely. To survive, he wears the mask of a clown—playing the fool, the comic relief, the harmless one. But this charade, this emotional self-exile, eventually corrodes his inner life, leaving him numb, broken, and spiraling. What makes this book unforgettable is Dazai’s prose—both clinical and poetic, unflinching yet tender. He writes with the rawness of someone who has lived every word. You feel the cold detachment of Yōzō’s observations, but also the deeply buried desire to be known, to be loved, to be human. The contradictions within Yōzō reflect the contradictions we often suppress in ourselves: the desire to belong versus the instinct to run; the need for love versus the fear of being seen.You just have to read it!

My favorite Book!!

I read the book in one afternoon. Completely enthralled! Recommend highly. It is well worth your time to read it.

This is considered to be a great Japanese novel. Oba Yozo was always a very well-liked boy because he was very funny and knew how to be amusing with his peers and friends. We can see what he really thinks based on what he writes in his diaries, and deep down, he does not like himself, has addictions and despair. His life is a farce in his efforts to fit into the world. This novel clearly depicts what a person feels when he considers that he lives as an outsider in the world..

Cried a little

"To fall for, to be fallen for. I feel in these words something unspeakably vulgar, farcical, and at the same time, extraordinary complacent. Once these expressions put in an appearance no matter how solemn the place, the silent cathedrals of melancholy crumble, leaving nothing but an impression of factiousness... These incomprehensible, insidious beings have fantastic as it seems, always looked after me. In my case, such an expression as to be fallen for or even to be loved is not in the least appropriate.Perhaps it describes the situation more accurately to say, I was looked after"Relating to this sentiment, is equivalent to sitting on death row for 50 years, confined to a cell, nullifying the possibility of freedom and autonomy within your inevitable doom. Ive been debating the possibility of being exempt from the quote, nearly every solitary moment for over a month. Falling victim to the futility of powerfully embedded cognitive dissonance, ignited by a morose surplus of childhood trauma, I don't think I can recover from this sort of blunt and confessional disillusionment, riddled in the text of "No longer human."I'm doomed to read this novel to completion, repeatedly into a more dangerous cycle of self deprecation with each innocence shattering, read.Good translation :)

I love this book! Very deep into thought and if you are an anime fan of BUNGO STRAY DOGS you know what um talking about. But in general this is a great book for people that like going into deep thought while reading and helps you connect with other peoples thoughts.

The hardcover came in perfect conditions just a tiny minor bend on one corner. Has a dust jacket and the book came in plastic wrap to indicate the new conditions of the book. Great quality.