The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa and Stephen Snyder and Markus Juslin

On an unnamed island off an unnamed coast, objects are disappearing: first hats, then ribbons, birds, roses—until things become much more serious. Most of the island's inhabitants are oblivious to these changes, while those few imbued with the power to recall the lost objects live in fear of the draconian Memory Police, who are committed to ensuring that what has disappeared remains forgotten.

When a young woman who is struggling to maintain her career as a novelist discovers that her editor is in danger from the Memory Police, she concocts a plan to hide him beneath her floorboards. As fear and loss close in around them, they cling to her writing as the last way of preserving the past.

A surreal, provocative fable about the power of memory and the trauma of loss, The Memory Police is a stunning new work from one of the most exciting contemporary authors writing in any language.

「在妳出生之前，島上曾經有好多好多東西。晶瑩剔透的、芳香宜人的、閃閃發亮的、光豔動人的……總之，有許多妳作夢也想不到的美好事物。」小時候，母親總是對我訴說關於「消滅」的故事。我們居住的小島上，事物陸續消滅。緞帶、鈴鐺、郵票、綠寶石、香水…… 這些東西消滅的時候，大家的記憶便隨之燒毀埋葬，心靈也逐漸乾涸枯竭，徒留記憶的空洞。只有母親把這些遺落的記憶細心收藏在祕密櫃子裡。然而，我卻意外失去了母親、失去了父親、失去了雙親的遺物…… 如今，生命中另一個重要的事物又即將消滅…… 當世上的一切消失殆盡，唯有收藏著祕密結晶的人，才能擁抱未來活下去。

4.5
really damn good

4.5 stars. Subtly upsetting and definitely an “in one sitting” read.

How do you feel after waking up? There is disorientation and irritability, and you're trying to remember what you dreamed about - but it all slips away. If you could distil that feeling of disorientation and grudging acceptance that comes when you have awoken and compressed it into a novel - it would be The Memory Police.
There's so much and yet so little to talk about this. You could say that the novel has its own Kafkaesque and Orwellian sense of prose and humour, true, but that would be doing it a disservice - Ogawa has her unique brand of melancholy that has to be seen to be believed.
Then again, many questions are left unanswered - how and where does this island exist? How was the technology for selectively discarding people's memories made in an environment where even aeroplanes and mobiles are not present? Why do some people remember everything? What is the moral, if any, of the story-within-a-story? Ogawa doesn't bother answering these questions, and for a good reason - her focus is on the characters more than the setting.
The characters are the fulcrum of the story - but the mute girl and the typing teacher, the Memory Police and the island have a life of their own. I think that is what Ogawa's entire point is, about how inanimate objects and sensations dictate our life. “Hole in the heart” and “hollow soul” are terms that repeatedly pop up when even something like calendars disappear - and I began to wonder if these weren't hyperbolic terms after all.
As a story, The Memory Police is amazing - but as a thought experiment, it is even better - I would rank it amongst the classics of dystopian fiction. Reading this amid a rewriting of history through politics around the world imbued me with a sense of nervous energy I didn't know I had.