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“The pale whiteness of her upturned face as she choked on the smoke; the tangled length of her hair as she tried to shake the flames from it; the beauty of her cherry-blossom robe as it burst into flame: it was all so cruel, so terrible!”

Quote by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

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Hell Screen

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Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa (March 1, 1892 – July 24, 1927) was a renowned Japanese writer of the Taishō period, often hailed as the 'god of the short story.' Born in Tokyo, he was adopted by his uncle and graduated from Tokyo Imperial University with a degree in English literature. Akutagawa is best known for his masterful short stories such as 'Rashōmon,' 'In a Grove,' and 'Kappa,' which explore the dark side of human nature with sharp psychological insight and innovative narrative techniques. His works blend classical Japanese themes with modernist sensibilities, leaving a lasting impact on world literature. Struggling with mental and physical health issues, he died by suicide at age 35. The Akutagawa Prize, established in his honor, remains one of Japan's most prestigious literary awards. more

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