![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() My memory is probably at the bottom of a figurative saki bottle in some Tokyo bar, lost in a misty hangover. Despite the minimalist presentation, I felt satisfied that I knew both Sensei and his former student, and believed that a true spiritual love existed between them (as well as the worldly kind0, and was capable of sustaining through time.īut, as I said at the beginning, little or nothing of the book remains. Fascination is the best word to describe why the novel captivated me. Yet the book escapes being claustrophobic.Finishing the reading, I have to admit that it held my attention in spite of its vagueness and alcoholic fog that pervaded nearly every scene. It's as if no one and nothing wishes to emerge from the background. Somehow, the power in the book resides in the absence of power seeking plays by the main characters and the setting. Harutsuna Matsumoto, and the protagonist, Miss Tsukiko Omachi, are introverted and tight-lipped, reluctant to be revealing or put their lives on display for each other or for the reader. This is probably because both characters, Sensei, or Mr. Still, the story hasn't stuck with me to the point that I hve any other lasting impressions of it. I enjoyed reading this book largely due to the pervasive dreamy prose, atmosphere, and limited settings, primarily Tokyo bars. ![]()
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