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The Inspiration for the New Major Motion Picture RINGS

A mysterious videotape warns that the viewer will die in one week unless a certain, unspecified act is performed. Exactly one week after watching the tape, four teenagers die one after another of heart failure.

Asakawa, a hardworking journalist, is intrigued by his niece's inexplicable death. His investigation leads him from a metropolitan tokyo teeming with modern society's fears to a rural Japan—a mountain resort, a volcanic island, and a countryside clinic—haunted by the past. His attempt to solve the tape's mystery before it's too late—for everyone—assumes an increasingly deadly urgency. Ring is a chillingly told horror story, a masterfully suspenseful mystery, and post-modern trip.

The success of Koji Suzuki's novel the Ring has lead to manga, television and film adaptations in Japan, Korea, and the U.S.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781932234411
Publisher: Kodansha USA
Publication date: 04/01/2004
Pages: 282
Sales rank: 94,023
Product dimensions: 5.22(w) x 7.97(h) x 0.73(d)
Age Range: 16 Years

About 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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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.

You asshole.

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.

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Ring 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 43 reviews.
MattBrown More than 1 year ago
As a seventh grader, hardly any one reads any of these books, but since I am an unusual kid, that's normal for me. The book was thrilling, adventurous, and most of all, it makes you read and read until you're finally done with it. I read the book in two days, and now I'm kind of sad because I'm done with it. :'(
*Note* This book has adult situations (such as language, rape, a quick glance at horror, and discussion of body parts.) Other than that, the book is GREAT for reading. I recommend it to ANYONE who loves thrillers.
Spooky More than 1 year ago
This book is a good horror book, amazing mystery and suspense through out the entire book. Very interesting story I couldn't put the book down. I liked it and I think everyone who likes mysteries and supernatural will like this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
GREAT book. it is the second best book I have ever read. Much better than movies because it explains a lot more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book. I'm only in fifth grade! Usually kids my age dont read books like ring. I loved it! It was my favorite book ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book in a very short space of time. I just couldn't put it down. I then gave to to my friend who isn't much of a reader and she finished it faster than I did! She said that it is the best book she has ever read and I definately agreed. We both also agreed that it beats the movie by a ton. I found it very fun to talk about the book with my friends. A great conversation starter!
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grheault on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have not seen the movie, and found this story of video watchers condemned to death to have the same unabashed twisty reader yanking catchiness of Harlan Coben. The journalist investigator and his buddies unravel a life/death riddle found on a videotape, while the wife and the kids stay at home. Tho' Ryuji is comic, the rest of the pack of supporting characters are dull, dull, dull. The glossing over of rape by the main character, and the devil-made-me do it excusing of rape by another character made me wonder if excusing rape is some obnoxious, unspoken, sanctioned view of men's sexual privilege among japanese men. I hope not. Othewise, the end was not really the end, which is always fun. The discovery of which video watchers die and which do not is a hoot, and leads to and ending which presents a moral dilemma that leaves the story quite unfinished. I do expect to watch the movie, and I will take a shot at the sequel, The Spiral.
nakedsushi on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The best way to enjoy Ring by Koji Suzuki is to not watch the movie (the Japanese one or the American remake) and not know anything about it. I¿m jealous of people who can come to the novel with a fresh mind like that. For the rest of us, the novel is still good, but there¿s no sense of ¿aha!¿ once the plot unfolds.The book starts off with the death of four teenagers, seemingly unrelated other than having died at exactly the same time and from the exact same thing: sudden heart failure. From that starting point, Suzuki writes an evenly paced mystery that¿s part detective novel and part supernatural fiction.Unlike the movies, the novel Ring is more mystery than jump-out-of-your-seat horror. But that doesn¿t make it any less scary. I made the mistake of reading this before bed several nights and while I wasn¿t that scared whlie reading it, more than once I woke up in the middle of the night and felt fear. One night, I woke up, looked at the BF sleeping next to me and for some reason I thought he was dead.In addition to the mystery, there¿s a lot of Japanese culture and traditions in the book. The translator balances having the book feel Japanese without making it feel too foreign to non-Japanese readers. In other words, it reads like something that happened in Japan but could also happen in any other country.The book explains a few things that the movies gloss over and while the main plot is the same, there are small differences and even a few surprises. It may not be for someone who wants to read a written version of the movie, but I enjoyed it for the background it gave as well as for more insight into the detective character and other character motives.
bookdoctor on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I didn't start liking this novel until I was about halfway through it, and then I read on relentlessly until the end.My biggest problem was how, at the beginning, possible explanations just seemed to come out of nowhere; the story just didn't flow well, I thought.But as I said, things improved in the second half, and made for an interesting story. I'll have to check out the other books in this series.
Redon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
For anyone who somehow missed the fuss when the movie first came out (and all the subsequent parodies), Ring is a supernatural thriller/mystery about a journalist who stumbles onto a series of suspicious deaths that seem to be linked by a mysterious video tape, which promises that anyone who watches it will die in seven days.I don't really care for movies that much, so usually I come at a franchise book-first, but this was an exception; I happened to see The Ring back when it first came out and really loved it. While I have seen the Japanese movie as well, it was late at night and I wasn't really paying attention, so any comparisons will have to be with the American version. The best way I can think of to describe the difference between the movie and the book is like two identical pages in a coloring book - the lines are the same, but they get filled in very differently. The overall action and the plot twists match up, so if you've seen the movie, you'll pretty much know where the story is going all the time. The biggest change by far is the ghost girl's backstory, which bears no resemblance whatsoever to the movie version, but there are also major differences in tone and changes in a lot of smaller details that make reading the book feel like a separate experience.Overall, I thought the book was pretty good but not that compelling right up until the last few chapters, which just sort of made everything click for me. I thought the virus theme was really interesting, and I liked the attention to the moral implications (I was especially amused when I realized what the author meant by the title - not what the movie told us it was). It also didn't hurt that something that made me uncomfortable early on was brought into question at the end, making it easier for me to get past it and enjoy the rest of the story. I hadn't originally intended to hunt down the sequel, Spiral, but now I'm thinking it might be worthwhile.If you're a fan of supernatural mysteries, this franchise is a no-brainer; it's genuinely suspenseful with good plot twists. If you're looking for horror, you might want to stick with the movie, as the book really isn't particularly scary, but if you just want a good story, the book goes deeper and holds together better.
DeDeNoel on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I agree with other reviewers that it would be best to read this before seeing the movies. I liked this novel a lot and I think it would have been better if I hadn't seen the movies. This book was creepy, fast paced and well written. I think the translator must have done a really good job. Sometimes with Japanese translation things can get lost, but this seemed very cohesive. It is very different from the movies and I plan on eventually finishing the rest of the trilogy.
drneutron on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ring was my first dip into Koji Suzuki's books, and I'll probably be reading more. This is one of those books that's hard for me to review, because I have a few things I'd love to say about it, but can't without spoiling the ending. Suffice it to say I loved the basic concept, with the extension from the biological realm to the psychical. The sparse writing drove the story forward much like a similar approach in Cormac McCarthy's The Road. Things lag a bit in the middle, but I think that's done on purpose - again, without spoiling things, I can't say much here - just keep going and you'll be rewarded.
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DeDeFlowers More than 1 year ago
I have very mixed feelings on this book. I really loved the writing style and the way it was narrated. However, the story left something to be desired. I expected this to be a 'horror' type novel because of the movies based off it. The novel is not scary. It is a bit creepy but that it about all. It held my attention and I enjoyed it. If you decide to read this just don't expect to get scared and don't plan on it being like any of the movies based on it. I plan on reading Suzuki's other novels just because of how much I liked his writing.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
It begins with a girl at home alone and then suddenly dies at the same time of three of her friends. Than a man named Asakawa investigates it and then all heck breaks loose.
Guest More than 1 year ago
'Ring' was disappointing to me. Partly because it didn't seem like a horror book...something along the lines of mystery I'd say. I saw 'The Ring'...and absolutely loved that movie. 'Ring' and 'The Ring' are not the same...it seems the movie was based on *some* of the events in the book. 'Ring' seemed to take forever to actually get interesting, and once it did, the interest was lost within a few paragraphs. It seemed to drag along, and got confusing because it jumped back and forth in some places. Plus some of the names, like Asakawa, made it harder to read because I was constantly trying to pronounce his name in a way that seemed correct to me. Also, some of the information in the book seemed irrelevent to the plot of the book. In my honest opinion, 'Ring' was not great, but I wanted to read it, because the movie was so interesting and different I had to know where the plot originated. And I want to eventually know how it progresses in the other books. Although I wasn't extremely impressed by 'Ring', I will be reading the others...since I am still curious as to where the plot will lead in the following books. I have heard the movies 'Ringu 2' and 'The Ring Two' are completely different. 'The Ring Two', seemed like it was a sequel driven more by the money a sequel could bring in, than by the horrifing pleasure the first movie was...and was more confusing than anything(but hey, it was nice to see Sissy Spacek...she just belongs in *actual* horror flicks though) ---So, I am going to read 'Spiral' to try and make more sense of the plot...even thought I wasn't thrilled with 'Ring', I am still interested in what will happen next.
Guest More than 1 year ago
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.
Guest More than 1 year ago
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
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is great so far i have read to part 3.I think the book is way way better than the movie!