--- product_id: 64356185 title: "Cult X Hardcover – May 22, 2018" brand: "kalau almony" price: "120.50 DT" currency: TND in_stock: true reviews_count: 6 category: "Books" url: https://www.desertcart.tn/products/64356185-cult-x-hardcover-may-22-2018 store_origin: TN region: Tunisia --- # Cult X Hardcover – May 22, 2018 **Brand:** kalau almony **Price:** 120.50 DT **Availability:** ✅ In Stock ## Quick Answers - **What is this?** Cult X Hardcover – May 22, 2018 by kalau almony - **How much does it cost?** 120.50 DT with free shipping - **Is it available?** Yes, in stock and ready to ship - **Where can I buy it?** [www.desertcart.tn](https://www.desertcart.tn/products/64356185-cult-x-hardcover-may-22-2018) ## Best For - kalau almony enthusiasts ## Why This Product - Trusted kalau almony brand quality - Free international shipping included - Worldwide delivery with tracking - 15-day hassle-free returns ## Description Review A Japanese Bestseller, with over 400,000 copies soldA LitHub Most Anticipated Crime, Mystery, and Thriller Title of 2018A Library Journal Best Book of 2018Praise for Cult X"You'll think about Nakamura's questions long after you've closed his book's covers. He uses the conventions of a genre to prop up a tent for big ideas about groupthink and individual responsibility. If you feel a few frissons along the way? Consider how easily you might be seduced into a cult, and then take a long, cold shower." —NPR "Raises the literary stakes to literally cosmic proportions . . . Cult X, translated into handsome, unadorned English by Kalau Almony, pushes the boundaries of the thriller genre to an extreme degree. Mr. Nakamura has written a daunting, challenging saga of good and evil on a Dostoevskian scale. Those who persevere to its finale may well feel the richer for it."—Tom Nolan, The Wall Street Journal"Nakamura's impassioned writing is part of a continuum that stretches from Dostoevsky to Camus to Ōe." —Los Angeles Times "Nakamura’s talent for characterization and willingness to engage make this a novel worth wrestling with." —Los Angeles Review of Books "One of the most buzzed about novels of the season." —Salon "The Fuminori Nakamura novel we’ve been waiting for . . . [Nakamura's] talent has always been for exploring the lives of those on the fringes of society, the damaged and the ostracized, and that remains at the heart of this work." —The Japan Times "Taking as his inspiration the 1995 sarin gas attack on the Tokyo subway, award-winning author Nakamura weaves together politics, religion, and science—including biology, cosmology, and quantum physics—into a fascinating noir brimming with insightful commentary on totalitarianism that is especially apt for our times." —Booklist, Starred Review "Gripping . . . This noirish thriller will resonate with Ryu Murakami fans." —Publishers Weekly "At its heart [Cult X] is an investigation—first for a lost woman, but ultimately into humanity's darkest motivations and the temptation to follow them."  —The Sunday Times “Cult X was inspired by Aum Shinrikyo, the group responsible for the 1995 sarin attack in the Tokyo subway, but that is just a starting point, for Nakamura weaves in themes of personal commitment, politics, religion and much more. It’s not, however, for the faint of heart.”—BookPage"A magnificently unsettling work." —Words Without Borders "[Cult X] twists adeptly toward a horror-laden plot of mass destruction . . . Horrifying, yes—but worth confronting."  —Kingdom Books "The sprawling novel, told from multiple perspectives and with long forays into the science of the universe, is an epic endeavor that deserves to stand next to the works of Ellroy and Bolaño in the canon of lengthy crime fiction." —CrimeReads Praise for Fuminori Nakamura“Crime fiction that pushes past the bounds of genre, occupying its own nightmare realm . . . Guilt or innocence is not the issue; we are corrupted, complicit, just by living in society.” —Los Angeles Times “A suspenseful study of obsession . . . Love, even illicit love, has a way of bringing out the best or the worst in a person.” —The New York Times “Few protagonists in modern crime fiction are as alienated as those in the challenging, violent, grotesque tales of Japanese author Fuminori Nakamura.” —The Wall Street Journal “This slim, icy, outstanding thriller, reminiscent of Muriel Spark and Patricia Highsmith, should establish Fuminori Nakamura as one of the most interesting Japanese crime novelists at work today.” —USA Today Read more About the Author Fuminori Nakamura was born in 1977 and graduated from Fukushima University in 2000. He has won numerous prizes for his writing, including the Ōe Prize, Japan's largest literary award; the David L. Goodis Award for Noir Fiction; and the prestigious Akutagawa Prize. The Thief, his first novel to be translated into English, was a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. His other novels include The Gun, The Kingdom, Evil and the Mask, The Boy in the Earth, and Last Winter, We Parted. Read more Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1   In front of Narazaki was a gate.       It was an old, enormous wooden gate. There was something written on it, but the characters had faded and Narazaki couldn’t make them out. Should I go straight in? Narazaki was unsure. There’s something strange about this place. But isn’t it just a normal house? It seems more like a house than a church or temple.       The gate cut through the frigid air and towered over Narazaki. It seemed like it was looking down on him, testing him, about to pass down some sort of judgment. Looking up at the gate, Narazaki was made aware of the smallness of his own body. He wasn’t ready to go in, so he walked past. The building was surrounded by tall brick-and-clay walls, and Narazaki couldn’t see inside.       He recalled Kobayashi’s report. Ryoko Tachibana had certainly belonged to this group. The founder was named Shotaro Matsuo, a man who called himself an amateur intellectual. The group seemed to be some sort of religious organization, but they didn’t have a proper name, they weren’t registered as a religion, and the whole concept of “believing in” their faith seemed foreign to them. They didn’t worship a particular god—in fact, the group’s focus seemed to be pondering the question, “Is there a god?”       What were they? Narazaki didn’t understand.       As he passed the gate, Narazaki thought to himself, I always do this. I always hesitate. It was as though he wanted to spend the rest of his life stuck, the days sinking away heavily. Though they were unhappy, he wanted to savor that unhappiness. The languor seemed to be his very flesh, and he could never leave it. But he had decided to stop living that way. He would follow the pull of the gravity he had begun to feel within himself. He would give himself up to whatever came. He didn’t care what would come of it.       He made one loop around the building. I am walking now, Narazaki thought. Walking, without paying attention to anything. How can I walk this way? Like my heart and other organs just keep moving on their own. Like they’re strangers wriggling in my body. Narazaki took a deep breath. What am I thinking? It’s because of that gate—it’s messed up my mind.       He was here to find out what he could about Ryoko Tachibana.       He was back in front of the gate. It was still too big. Just as he was about to open it, he noticed the intercom. His finger reached toward the button. He wasn’t ready. What will happen if this is a cult? Maybe they’ll lock me up. His pulse quickened. Maybe I’ll be brainwashed and go mad. Maybe I’ll wind up one of those paranoid nut jobs without even realizing I’ve been brainwashed into acting that way. Narazaki pressed the button. He heard a dull chime. I pushed   it. It’s too late now.       “Yes?” It was the voice of a middle-aged woman. Not what Narazaki had expected.       “Is Shotaro Matsuo in?”       “To whom am I speaking?”        Narazaki’s body tensed up. No going back now.       “My name’s Toru Narazaki. I’m . . . I’m not really anyone.”       If I ask where Ryoko Tachibana is right away, they probably won’t tell me. I’ll just pretend I’m interested in their group, and ask about her a little at a time. I’m not going to join them or anything. Narazaki realized he was smiling.       “Not anyone?”       “Yeah.”       “So you’re not with the media?”       “No. If you want, you can look through my things.”       “You need to see the old man—I mean, Matsuo-san—about something?”       “Yes.”       There was a pause, and then the gate finally opened from the inside. Three people came to meet Narazaki: a middle-aged man and woman and a younger woman. Narazaki had imagined they’d all be dressed in white shrouds or something, but all three were wearing normal clothes. The middle-aged woman had on an apron printed with Rilakkuma, the brown cartoon bear. Narazaki was a bit surprised.       “Please, come in.”       Narazaki entered. On the other side of the gate was a large open space. Faintly blue gravel covered the ground, which was scattered with stepping stones. It looks like a Shinto shrine, Narazaki thought. But there were no tori gates. There was also a large pond, but there didn’t seem to be any koi.       The middle-aged woman in the Rilakkuma apron said, “I’m sorry for asking, but you really aren’t with the media?”       “No. I’m just curious about your religion.”       “Religion?” asked the middle-aged man. There was a little white in his short-cropped hair, but the expression on his face was youthful. “Well, we don’t practice any religion here.”       “You don’t?”       “It’s hard to explain,” the younger woman said. “Do you want to learn about healing power?”       “Healing power?” Narazaki asked. He was a bit surprised.       “You’re not interested in that? Well then, we should start with his talks.”       “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” The middle-aged man laughed at Narazaki’s confusion. “We can let him inside the house, can’t we? He doesn’t look like he’ll cause any harm.”       Several people were sitting on the wooden veranda that ringed the mansion. Narazaki felt their stares as he was led from the gate into the house. Is this okay? Narazaki wondered. How are they letting me through so easily? He had no choice but to follow.       The mansion was large but old, and, compared to the exterior, the inside was unimpressive. Narazaki was taken to a spacious tatami sitting room at least forty square meters in size. Its stillness seemed to be in direct proportion to its size. He took a seat on a cushion.       “Your name was Toru Narazaki, right? I’m Yoshida,” said the middle-aged man.       “My name is Mineno, and the woman in the apron is Tanaka-san,” the young woman added. Mineno had thin eyes. She was beautiful.       “Where did you hear about us?”       “From a friend.”       “A friend? Ah, I see.”       What did she see? He had hoped they would press him further. He had answers prepared for them.       The young woman spoke again. “I know you went out of your way to come here, but I’m sorry to say Matsuo-san isn’t in.”       “He’s not here?”       “No. He’s been sick.”       Yoshida laughed. “It’s funny, right? The man heals others, but then goes and gets sick! And on top of that, he can’t use his healing powers on himself, so he winds up in a university hospital, getting treated with Western medicine!”       “Shut up!” Mineno told Yoshida. But she was holding back her laughter, too.       What was going on? They were laughing at their leader getting sick?       “We should explain,” Mineno said. “Healing power is mostly just a joke. Matsuo-san doesn’t really think he can heal people.” She smiled. “And it’s a bit strange for us to let you in even though he’s in the hospital, but we have a rule to not send anyone away.”       “How much do you know about this place?” asked Yoshida, as the woman with the Rilakkuma apron came in, carrying tea.       Narazaki thanked her. He still didn’t have the courage to say what he wanted. “Honestly, I don’t know much.”       “That’s impressive, showing up without knowing anything,” Yoshida said, laughing. “So, shall we tell you a little about this place? Don’t get your hopes up. We’re not a religion, so we can’t be sure we’ll meet your expectations. The people who’ve shown up lately have come expecting too much. We have to make sure they don’t get disappointed and cause any trouble.”  Here was what they told him.       Shotaro Matsuo, the owner of the mansion, often meditated alone in his garden.       Long ago, there were no walls, and passers by could see him meditating. He was known in the neighborhood as a weird old man. No one knew about his past, or even if he’d always lived there. It seemed he had just appeared one day in this old mansion that everyone had assumed was abandoned.       One day, an old woman suffering from an inexplicable pain in her legs stopped by. She asked Matsuo to pray over her. Even doctors couldn’t figure out what was causing the pain, so she visited every faith healer she could, but she saw no improvement. “You’re always sitting here, meditating,” she said. “You might have some kind of power. Won’t you pray for my legs, just to see?”       Matsuo was surprised, and said he didn’t have that sort of power, but he invited the old woman into his mansion for tea. Matsuo lived with his wife, Yoshiko. The three of them talked about many things. Both Matsuo and his wife, Yoshiko, sympathized with the woman’s pain. Matsuo tried rubbing the woman’s legs, but nothing happened.       “Thank you anyway,” the woman said. “Can I come again?”       The Matsuos nodded. She visited for several weeks, and the woman’s legs began to get better. Read more ## Images ![Cult X Hardcover – May 22, 2018 - Image 1](https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51pjVoznhfL.jpg) ## Customer Reviews ### ⭐⭐⭐ A Decent Book *by J***S on November 29, 2019* The book was fairly good. The themes were a bit all over the place and it pivoted views, characters and plots quickly and often, which made it a little hard to follow (for me at least). It touched on some really interesting topics but all the topics made for a jumbled story line and confusing characters. During the clear portions it was a very interesting and captivating read. ### ⭐⭐ Was not really as described *by J***N on July 21, 2018* So the book arrived very quickly however, the description did not say that the book was an unedited advance copy. I thought I was ordering a finished book, you know, like I've seen in the bookstore. ### ⭐ Total waste of time. *by J***N on June 23, 2018* Poor translation and abysmal eclectic view of Japanese culture - and if not, please, ive no interest in visiting. Can’t believe the shallow expose of philosophy, sexual attributes (and am no prude)...whomever wrote rosy reviews on this is merely pandering to Japanese sophomoric philandering. Even the philosophical rants, while lucid, have all been heard before in countless other coverage. Perhaps the translation is part of the problem - either way, complete bore. --- ## Why Shop on Desertcart? - 🛒 **Trusted by 1.3+ Million Shoppers** — Serving international shoppers since 2016 - 🌍 **Shop Globally** — Access 737+ million products across 21 categories - 💰 **No Hidden Fees** — All customs, duties, and taxes included in the price - 🔄 **15-Day Free Returns** — Hassle-free returns (30 days for PRO members) - 🔒 **Secure Payments** — Trusted payment options with buyer protection - ⭐ **TrustPilot Rated 4.5/5** — Based on 8,000+ happy customer reviews **Shop now:** [https://www.desertcart.tn/products/64356185-cult-x-hardcover-may-22-2018](https://www.desertcart.tn/products/64356185-cult-x-hardcover-may-22-2018) --- *Product available on Desertcart Tunisia* *Store origin: TN* *Last updated: 2026-05-30*