Ring
It starts in minutely portrayed metropolitan triviality, as we visit a cutting-edge lodging improvement in Yokohama, Japan. Then a solitary horrifying metaphor: "A labyrinth of lines and courses crept along the industrial facility walls like veins on muscle tissue." From here on, Ring plays off two arrangements of symbolism: the contemporary, hey-tech universe of urban communities and varying media gadgetry, and the more instinctive group of tissue, soil, and obscurity. For a more extensive scope, the novel inspires a postmodern Japan that can't exactly shake off the phantoms of the old religion. Here be evil presences.
