Book Junky. Japanese/English Translator. Writer.
The story begins with a mother and daughter who are living out the consequences of a futuristic dilemma. The wealthy are afforded with a choice to enhance their children to meet the intellectual demands of the new world. However, it is a huge gamble. A family has rolled the die and lost heavily already. They... Continue Reading →
This is my first book by the author. His previous novel A Man was hugely successful in Japan and has since been made into a movie and translated into English. After reading At The End Of The Matinee, which is his second book to be translated to English, I thought the same thing – it... Continue Reading →
I regret not writing my entry soon after reading. I look in upon the collection through the lens of misty memory - the sentiment beautiful; yet I know the subtle brilliance of each gem has been lost. Still, it is an apt feeling, as the idea of quantum measurement – the philosophy in which measurements... Continue Reading →
Despite this title being on so many “books of the year” lists and displayed on prime shelves at bookstores, I kept passing on it - until a friend physically handed the book to me. She had a straight-forward, one-line answer to my open-ended question about her thoughts on the book; “It made me wonder what... Continue Reading →
Already now May and I am seven books behind in writing. Hard to get back into the groove…I have been reading books still steaming from the press, which is new terrain for me. Hardy, Tolstoy was the entry point, went back for Milton, Maugham is my safe place. Last year I was on a WWII... Continue Reading →
Book of the month @ BooksActually, and a really great choice given that the world had come off the chess frenzy of “The Queen’s Gambit.” It was last month’s book choice, and here I must confess there is a small collection of books that require book entries that are piling up on my desk, and... Continue Reading →
It was rather – a difficult read. In that I am not sure I understood all of the existential arguments. Written in 1962, it has elements of Kafka where Abe replaces the infinite office corridors with grains of sand. Defined as sediment of certain measurements (ie: if it’s too big, it’s a pebble, too small... Continue Reading →
It is incredible to think we have managed to explore outer space but not our own Mariana Trench. While we can’t dive down to those levels, our bodies CAN, go deeper than we once believed. And here is why: once your body is deprived of oxygen, our mammalian “Master Switch of Life” kicks in –... Continue Reading →
And this is it; an appropriate tome to close out my year of reading in 2020. Whether it was an effect of the pandemic or not, I have had a remarkable reading journey. I have ventured far out to space with Robert A. Heinlein, Ursula Le Guin, and Cixin Liu. I branched out of my... Continue Reading →
I picked this gem up when I saw the new trailer for what will be its 3rd movie interpretation. Having now read the thriller, I can understand the urge to reproduce it for screen – there is this great sense of downfall, a wonderfully terrifying foreboding of the heroine’s decent into madness. This is even... Continue Reading →
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