Ringby Koji Suzuki
One night in Tokyo, four healthy teenagers die one after another of heart failure. A journalist, the uncle of one of the victims and intrigued by the coincidence, investigates and learns of a videotape that the four watched together a week before dying. Amid a series of bizarre and frightening images is a warning that the viewer will die in exactly one week unless
One night in Tokyo, four healthy teenagers die one after another of heart failure. A journalist, the uncle of one of the victims and intrigued by the coincidence, investigates and learns of a videotape that the four watched together a week before dying. Amid a series of bizarre and frightening images is a warning that the viewer will die in exactly one week unless a certain act is performed. The description of the act, of course, has been erased from the videotape, and the journalist's work to solve the mystery assumes a deadly urgency.
Ring is not only a chillingly told horror story but also a shrewdly intelligent and subversive commentary on the power of imagery and contagious consumerism. Ring spawned one of Japan's highest-grossing films ever as well as the blockbuster DreamWorks remake starring Naomi Watts. The Japanese version of the novel has sold almost 3 million copies.
In addition to being dubbed "the Stephen King of Japan," Koji Suzuki is a respected authority on childrearing. He likes to roam Japan in his RV and has written about fulfilling his lifelong dream of riding his motorcycle across the United States, from Los Angeles to Key West. Suzuki is based in Tokyo.
"From its eerie opening to its chilling conclusion, this novel by the "Stephen King of Asia" will keep readers glued to its pages." - Library Journal
"But Suzuki is plowing a path that nobody else has traveled, as his 'Ring'-virus is born into an all-too vulnerable world. There are so many extremely clever riffs that never made it into either movie that readers aren't likely to notice how wide the road recently traveled is until they catch their breath and manage to look back." - Agony Columns
"Suzuki's ambitious trilogy does succeed, and it's hard not to be impressed with his aplomb in turning a straight supernatural horror mystery around into a piece of pure science fiction." - TIMES
"Suzuki is called the Stephen King of his country, but that's not really accurate; King isn't nearly as adept at creating complex characters, explaining scientific principles or writing the kind of dialogue that might actually be spoken by humans." - Las Vegas Mercury
- Vertical, Incorporated
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September 5, 1990, 10:49 pm
A row of condominium buildings, each fourteen stories high, ran along the northern edge of the housing development next to the Sankeien garden. Although built only recently, nearly all the units were occupied. Nearly a hundred dwellings were crammed into each building, but most of the inhabitants had never even seen the faces of their neighbors. The only proof that people lived here came at night, when windows lit up.
Off to the south the oily surface of the ocean reflected the glittering lights of a factory. A maze of pipes and conduits crawled along the factory walls like blood vessels on muscle tissue. Countless lights played over the front wall of the factory like insects that glow in the dark; even this grotesque scene had a certain type of beauty. The factory cast a wordless shadow on the black sea beyond.
A few hundred meters closer, in the housing development, a single new two-story home stood among empty lots spaced at precise intervals. Its front door opened directly onto the street, which ran north and south, and beside it was a one-car garage. The home was ordinary, like those found in any new housing development anywhere, but there were no other houses behind or beside it. Perhaps owing to their inconvenience to mass transit, few of the lots had been sold, and For Sale signs could be seen here and there all along the street. Compared to the condos, which were completed at about the same time and which were immediately snapped up by buyers, the housing development looked quite lonely.
A beam of fluorescent light fell from an open window on the second floor of the house onto the dark surface of the street below. The light, the only one in the house, came from the room of Tomoko Oishi. Dressed in shorts and a white T-shirt, she was slouched in a chair reading a book for school; her body was twisted into an impossible position, legs stretched out toward an electric fan on the floor. Fanning herself with the hem of her T-shirt to allow the breeze to hit her bare flesh, she muttered about the heat to no one in particular. A senior at a private girls' high school, she had let her homework pile up over summer vacation; she had played too much, and she blamed it on the heat. The summer, however, hadn't really been all that hot. There hadn't been many clear days, and she hadn't been able to spend nearly as much time at the beach as she did most summers. And what's more, as soon as vacation was over, there were five straight days of perfect summer weather. It irritated Tomoko: she resented the clear sky.
How was she supposed to study in this stupid heat?
With the hand she had been running through her hair Tomoko reached over to turn up the volume of the radio. She saw a moth alight on the window screen beside her, then fly away somewhere, blown by the wind from the fan. The screen trembled slightly for a moment after the bug had vanished into the darkness.
She had a test tomorrow, but she was getting nowhere. Tomoko Oishi wasn't going to be ready for it even if she pulled an all-nighter.
She looked at the clock. Almost eleven. She thought of watching the day's baseball wrap-up on TV. Maybe she'd catch a glimpse of her parents in the infield seats. But Tomoko, who wanted in the worst way to get into college, was worried about the test. All she had to do was get into college. It didn't matter where, as long as it was a college. Even then, what an unfulfilling summer vacation it had been! The foul weather had kept her from having any real fun, while the oppressive humidity had kept her from getting any work done.
Man, it was my last summer in high school. I wanted to go out with a bang and now it's all over. The end.
Her mind strayed to a meatier target than the weather to vent her bad mood on.
And what's with Mom and Dad anyway? Leaving their daughter all alone studying like this, covered in sweat, while they go gallivanting out to a ball game. Why don't they think about my feelings for a change?
Someone at work had unexpectedly given her father a pair of tickets to the Giants game, and so her parents had gone to Tokyo Dome. By now it was almost time for them to be getting home, unless they'd gone out somewhere after the game. For the moment Tomoko was home alone in their brand-new house.
It was strangely humid, considering that it hadn't rained in several days. In addition to the perspiration that oozed from her body, a dampness seemed to hang in the air. Tomoko unconsciously slapped at her thigh. But when she moved her hand away she could find no trace of the mosquito. An itch began to develop just above her knee, but maybe it was just her imagination. She heard a buzzing sound. Tomoko waved her hands over her head. A fly. It flew suddenly upwards to escape the draft from the fan and disappeared from view. How had a fly gotten into the room? The door was closed. Tomoko checked the window screens, but nowhere could she find a hole big enough to admit a fly. She suddenly realized she was thirsty. She also needed to pee.
She felt stifled -- not exactly like she was suffocating, but like there was a weight pressing down on her chest. For some time Tomoko had been complaining to herself about how unfair life was, but now she was like a different person as she lapsed into silence. As she started down the stairs her heart began to pound for no reason. Headlights from a passing car grazed across the wall at the foot of the stairs and slipped away. As the sound of the car's engine faded into the distance, the darkness in the house seemed to grow more intense. Tomoko intentionally made a lot of noise going down the stairs and turned on the light in the downstairs hall.
She remained seated on the toilet, lost in thought, for a long time even after she had finished peeing. The violent beating of her heart still had not subsided. She'd never experienced anything like this before. What was going on? She took several deep breaths to steady herself, then stood up and pulled up her shorts and panties together.
Mom and Dad, please get home soon, she said to herself, suddenly sounding very girlish. Eww, gross. Who am I talking to?
It wasn't like she was addressing her parents, asking them to come home. She was asking someone else….
Hey. Stop scaring me. Please….
Before she knew it she was even asking politely.
She washed her hands at the kitchen sink. Without drying them she took some ice cubes from the freezer, dropped them in a glass, and filled it with coke. She drained the glass in a single gulp and set it on the counter. The ice cubes swirled in the glass for a moment, then settled. Tomoko shivered. She felt cold. Her throat was still dry. She took the big bottle of coke from the refrigerator and refilled her glass. Her hands were shaking now. She had a feeling there was something behind her. Some thing -- definitely not a person. The sour stench of rotting flesh melted into the air around her, enveloping her. It couldn't be anything corporeal.
"Stop it! Please!" she begged, speaking aloud now.
The fifteen-watt fluorescent bulb over the kitchen sink flickered on and off like ragged breathing. It had to be new, but its light seemed pretty unreliable right now. Suddenly Tomoko wished she had hit the switch that turned on all the lights in the kitchen. But she couldn't walk over to where the switch was. She couldn't even turn around. She knew what was behind her: a Japanese-style room of eight tatami mats, with the Buddhist altar dedicated to her grandfather's memory in the alcove. Through the slightly open curtains she'd be able to see the grass in the empty lots and a thin stripe of light from the condos beyond. There shouldn't be anything else.
By the time she had drunk half the second glass of cola, Tomoko couldn't move at all. The feeling was too intense, she couldn't be just imagining the presence. She was sure that something was reaching out even now to touch her on the neck.
What if it's…? She didn't want to think the rest. If she did, if she went on like that, she'd remember, and she didn't think she could stand the terror. It had happened a week ago, so long ago she'd forgotten. It was all Shuichi's fault -- he shouldn't have said that.… Later, none of them could stop. But then they'd come back to the city and those scenes, those vivid images, hadn't seemed quite as believable. The whole thing had just been someone's idea of a joke. Tomoko tried to think about something more cheerful. Anything besides that. But if it was…If that had been real…after all, the phone did ring, didn't it?
…Oh, Mom and Dad, what are you doing?
"Come home!" Tomoko cried aloud.
But even after she spoke, the eerie shadow showed no signs of dissipating. It was behind her, keeping still, watching and waiting. Waiting for its chance to arrive.
At seventeen Tomoko didn't know what true terror was. But she did know that there were fears that grew in the imagination of their own accord. That must be it. Yeah, that's all it is. When I turn around there won't be anything there. Nothing at all.
Tomoko was seized by a desire to turn around. She wanted to confirm that there was nothing there and get herself out of the situation. But was that really all there was to it? An evil chill seemed to rise up around her shoulders, spread to her back, and began to slither down her spine, lower and lower. Her T-shirt was soaked with cold sweat. Her physical responses were too strong for it to be just her imagination.
…Didn't someone say your body is more honest than your mind?
Yet, another voice spoke too: Turn around, there shouldn't be anything there. If you don't finish your coke and get back to your studies there's no telling how you'll do on the test tomorrow.
In the glass an ice cube cracked. As if spurred by the sound, without stopping to think, Tomoko spun around.
September 5, 10:54 pm
Tokyo, the intersection in front of Shinagawa Station
The light turned yellow right in front of him. He could have darted through, but instead Kimura pulled his cab over to the curb. He was hoping to pick up a fare headed for Roppongi Crossing; a lot of customers he picked up here were bound for Akasaka or Roppongi, and it wasn't uncommon for people to jump in while he was stopped at a light like this.
A motorcycle nosed up between Kimura's taxi and the curb and came to a stop just at the edge of the crosswalk. The rider was a young man dressed in jeans. Kimura got annoyed by motorcycles, the way they wove and darted their way through traffic like this. He especially hated it when he was waiting at a light and a bike came up and stopped right by his door, blocking it. And today, he had been hassled by customers all day long and was in a foul mood. Kimura cast a sour look at the biker. His face was hidden by his helmet visor. One leg rested on the curb of the sidewalk, his knees were spread wide, and he rocked his body back and forth in a thoroughly slovenly manner.
A young lady with nice legs walked by on the sidewalk. The biker turned his head to watch her go by. But his gaze didn't follow her the whole way. His head had swiveled about 90 degrees when he seemed to fix his gaze on the show window behind her. The woman walked on out of his field of vision. The biker was left behind, staring intently at something. The "walk" light began to flash and then went out. Pedestrians caught in the middle of the street began to hurry, crossing right in front of the taxi. Nobody raised a hand or headed for his cab. Kimura revved the engine and waited for the light to turn green.
Just then the biker seemed to be seized by a great spasm, raising both arms and collapsing against Kimura's taxi. He fell against the door of the cab with a loud thump and disappeared from view.
The kid must've lost his balance and fallen over, thought Kimura as he turned on his blinkers and got out of the car. If the door was damaged, he intended to make the kid pay for repairs. The light turned green and the cars behind Kimura's began to pass by into the intersection. The biker was lying face up on the street, thrashing his legs and struggling with both hands to remove his helmet. Before checking out the kid, though, Kimura first looked at his meal ticket. Just as he had expected, there was a long, angling crease in the door panel.
"Shit!" Kimura clicked his tongue in disgust as he approached the fallen man. Despite the fact that the strap was still securely fastened under his chin, the guy was desperately trying to remove his helmet -- he seemed ready to rip his own head off in the process.
Does it hurt that bad?
Kimura realized now that something was seriously wrong with the rider. He finally squatted down next to him and asked, "You all right?" Because of the tinted visor he couldn't make out the man's expression. The biker clutched at Kimura's hand and seemed to be begging for something. He was almost clinging to Kimura. He said nothing. He didn't try to raise the visor. Kimura jumped to action.
"Hold on, I'll call an ambulance."
Running to a public telephone, Kimura puzzled over how a simple fall from a standing position could have turned into this. He must have hit his head just right.
But don't be stupid. The idiot was wearing a helmet, right? He doesn't look like he broke an arm or a leg. I hope this doesn't turn into a pain in the ass…. It wouldn't be too good for me if he hurt himself running into my car.
Kimura had a bad feeling about this.
So if he really is hurt, does it come out of my insurance? That means an accident report, which means the cops….
When he hung up and went back, the man was lying unmoving with his hands clutching his throat. Several passers-by had stopped and were looking on with concerned expressions. Kimura pushed his way through the people, making sure everybody knew it had been he who had called the ambulance.
"Hey! Hey! Hang in there. The ambulance is on its way." Kimura unfastened the chin strap of the helmet. It came right off: Kimura couldn't believe how the guy had been struggling with it earlier. The man's face was amazingly distorted. The only word that could describe his expression was astonishment. Both eyes were wide open and staring and his bright-red tongue was stuck in the back of his throat, blocking it, while saliva drooled from the corner of his mouth. The ambulance would be arriving too late. When his hands had touched the kid's throat in removing his helmet, he hadn't felt a pulse. Kimura shuddered. The scene was losing reality.
One wheel of the fallen motorcycle still spun slowly and oil leaked from the engine, pooling in the street and running into the sewer. There was no breeze. The night sky was clear, while directly over their heads the stoplight turned red again. Kimura rose shakily to his feet, clutching at the guardrail that ran along the sidewalk. From there he looked once more at the man lying in the street. The man's head, pillowed on his helmet, was bent at nearly a right angle. An unnatural posture no matter how you looked at it.
Did I put it there? Did I put his head on his helmet like that? Like a pillow? For what?
He couldn't recall the past several seconds. Those wide open eyes were looking at him. A sinister chill swept over him. Lukewarm air seemed to pass right over his shoulders. It was a tropical evening, but Kimura found himself shivering uncontrollably.
Meet the Author
Koji Suzuki was born in 1957 in Hamamatsu, southwest of Tokyo. He attended Keio University where he majored in French. After graduating he held numerous odd jobs, including a stint as a cram school teacher. Also a self-described jock, he holds a first-class yachting license and crossed the U.S., from Key West to Los Angeles, on his motorcycle.The father of two daughters, Suzuki is a respected authority on childrearing and has written numerous works on the subject. He acquired his expertise when he was a struggling writer and househusband. Suzuki also has translated a children's book into Japanese, The Little Sod Diaries by the crime novelist Simon Brett.In 1990, Suzuki's first full-length work, Paradise won the Japanese Fantasy Novel Award and launched his career as a fiction writer. Ring, written with a baby on his lap, catapulted him to fame, and the multi-million selling sequels Spiral and Loop cemented his reputation as a world-class talent. Often called the "Stephen King of Japan," Suzuki has played a crucial role in establishing mainstream credentials for horror novels in his country. He is based in Tokyo but loves to travel, often in the United States. Birthday is his sixth novel to appear in English.
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GREAT book. it is the second best book I have ever read. Much better than movies because it explains a lot more.
THIS BOOK IS A FAST PACED HORROR/THRILLER FROM BEGINNING TO END. IT IS A LOT BETTER THAN WATCHING THE AMERICAN VERSION OF THE RING. I COULD NOT PUT THIS BOOK DOWN AT ALL! IT IS A QUICK READ WITH ALOT OF SUSPENSE AND WILL KEEP THE READER AT THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS!! =]]
I read this book after seeing Ringu and The Ring. I think the book is 100 times better than both movies. It explains a lot more and makes you feel like you are in the story and not watching something.
this was one of the best books i ever read this is a classic i first read the book in japanese then saw the movie it was spooky but in english it was great
This book is great so far i have read to part 3.I think the book is way way better than the movie!
I seen and read the ring. I thought it was the greatest book and movie.Other people I know hated it but everyone I showed it to loved it.I hope you did to!
'Ring' is basically this: four people die at the exact same time and some reporter dude named Asakawa uncovers a video tape that the four watched. Then the tape tells him that he will die in a week unless a charm is carried out. Now, he has seven days to research the history of this video tape and figure out what he has to do to survive. One thing that intrigued me about this book was the way things came together. (Much like the movie.) It had a very strange ending that definetely makes me want to read the next one. However, all of the hard-to-pronounce names threw me off. It's still a good book, but it confused me.
I'm really enjoying this book. I watched the original a couple of years before the American version was released. I had to put the book down on purpose. I bought it and finished half of the book the first day I had it. I didn't want to finish it after only a few days. If you are a fan of the movie, I suggest you find a Japanese film called 'Ju-On: The Grudge'. It's creepier than the Ring and will be re-made with Buffy herself, Sarah Michellle Gellar.
I found the book to be far better than the movie. The movie wasn't one of the worst to come out around that time, but I never really cared for it. I finally got around to reading the book, finished maybe 20 minutes ago. I thought it was fantastic. It had so much more detail than the movie. Made more sense. Not to mention had a better plot. Made it seem richer. I highly recommend this book. I hope they translate the rest of the trilogy.
So, you've seen RIngu or the Ring and wanna read the book? Fine go ahead, but SEE THE MOVIE FIRST.When you see the movie, youre wondering 'whats that?' and when you read the book you say 'Oh, cool!' This book is 1st in a seires featuring 'Loop' and 'Spiral'. WHEN ARE THEY COMING TO AMERICA? I NEED TO KNOW! But this book is a good horror book, mystrery, suspense and triller. If youre reading this read the book If you have read this you must complete the following if you want to live....
Ring is one of the most intertaning and scary books I have ever read. I really do wish they would bring out all the rest in the series, there are like four i think. If im wrong ohh well. This is the only truly scary book I have read and if you say other wise your lying...
My kids rented the movie and I was intregued. I just had to get the book, because there are usually more details to be had by reading. The book has a different twist on the story line, which I found better than the movie. I would love to read some more of Suzuki's work; just wish I could read Japanese, as waiting for English translation may be a long time coming.
I haven¿t seen the movie Ringu 0: Birthday and I don¿t know if it explains how the girl is born and what made her evil. Plus it's suppose to be in Japanese, or something? But, I think they should make an ¿English¿ movie about how the man and wife wanted to have a babe, and include were they went to do it, and what ever it was they did to make the birth possible. Then make it lead up to the beginning of The Ring ¿English¿ version. After I saw the movie The Ring ¿English¿ version, I thought to myself, well that was intrusting but ¿I wanted to know the story behind the story¿. I guess people probably couldn¿t envision any more detail then what the movie provided. As an average movie watcher I'd like to see more of how the story came to be, as well as the horror involved. So, if someone would give a little insight of what the Ringu 0: Birthday movie is about I would greatly appreciated. E-mail me.
wow. i don't read much but this book sucked me in from the start. i saw the movie so i expected this and that to happen but it was completely different! i reallly enjoyed this book. i may even read it again.
I liked this book, it's readable, fairly fast-paced and its structure is interesting with regard to the different story-telling styles of East and West. Just one criticism of most of the reviews here though... PLEASE stop talking about THE Ring. It is simply a stateside, typically unimaginative, remake of a genuine classic - Hideo Nakata's 'Ring'. No doubt about it - the Japanese are making the best thrillers at the moment while the West reflects envious echoes. Bottom line, if you haven't got the concentration to watch a film with subtitles, you've no business having an opinion. So there.
After seeing the American movie The Ring I was interested to know more about the video tape so I decided to buy the book Ring when it was released here in the states. The book was excellent but since it's a trilogy I think they need to release Spiral and Loop in an English version. How else will I be able to find out what happens??
This book was so good! I read this before seeing the movie and I loved the book more. I totally recommend this book to anyone who would like to read something scary for a change. I have read this book over and over and I still love it!
Though similar to the 'The Ring' movie (American Version--based on this novel), this novel has a different spin and answers many of the questions left unanswered in 'The Ring' movie--such as details on how the TAPE was made. This novel (a fast read) was very entertaining and left me with wanting more of the same. The sequels (Spiral, Loop, and Birthday) aren't available in English to date. I have contacted Vertical Publishing, and representives advised that they have 'options' to make these novels available in the future but no plans are 'etched in stone.' They went on to say that if plans are finalized, then each book (unknown on Birthday) will be available starting with Spiral next year and Loop in 2005. It's a long time to wait but may be worth it. I don't believe that fans of 'The Ring' movie realize that this book is even available. I just happened to see the book's title in the closing movie credits, so spread the word.
I was expecting so much, after seeing the movie I could not wait to read the book. Surprisingly I found the movie to be much better than the book. Don't get me wrong the book is good, but it took me 2 weeks to read it, and I usually read 2 books a week.
Ring, as wonderful as it is, is just the first of a series of four. The next book is entitled Spiral, followed by Loop and then Birthday. Birthday explains everything that occurs throughout the series. I read all four in Japanese and just hope those following Ring will be translated to English so all can enjoy.
This is one of the best thrillers I have ever read...Kept me going from start to finish...I have never slept well since. 'A MUST FOR ALL IN FAVOR OF A GREAT MYSTERY'
This is not a review as I have not even read the book but was wondering if anybody knew if it could be purchased in English as well as Japanese.
This is one of the best foreign horror novellas I've ever read in my life. This surpasses anything Suzuki has ever written before and more. This terrifying rendition of a 'could be' urban legend of a mysterious videotape whose only motive is to destroy the very person who watches it. Wonderfully written...you know what is going to happen...but then do you? This is a seriously recommended and acclaimed novel that has won many of the Eastern Hemisphere's hearts. Both spine-tingling and brain-wracking, this book is for all those people in the world...who can read. Check this out, I'm positive you'll be impressed...so good its scary...