A lettura ultimata ho un momento di sbatti-ciglia piuttosto in riga con la mia sensibilità decisamente occidentale che cozza con quella giapponese: si riconfermano gran parte delle sensazioni, perplessità divertita - lo confesso - davanti a certi modi di esprimere i propri sentimenti (mordersi a ...
I read House of the Sleeping Beauties with a knife in back. It freaking betrayed to me too much feelings. And... yeah! I didn't read in order. The book jacket flap said: "The protagonist of Birds and Beasts prefers the company of his pet birds and dogs to people, yet for him all living beings are...
The earth lay white under the night sky. The train pulled up at a signal stop. A girl who had been sitting on the other side of the car came over and opened the window in front of Shimamura. The snowy cold poured in. Leaning far out the window, the girl called to the station master as though he w...
Inside the gate of the 'house of sleeping beauties', Eguchi noticed that the drizzle had become sleet. The usual woman closed and locked the gate behind him. He saw white dots in the light pointed at his feet. There was only a scattering of them. They were soft, and melted as they hit the flagsto...
‘Well …’‘You go straight home. For your father’s sake. This is the day he had his tea ceremony every year. I could hardly sit still, thinking about it.’Kikuji said nothing.‘The tea cottage … Hello? … I was cleaning the tea cottage, and all of a sudden I wanted to do some cooking.’‘Where are you c...
Shingo talked alone with Shuichi only when the two of them happened to be on the same train. ‘We’re almost there,’ he would say to himself as they crossed the railway bridge into Tokyo and the Ikegami grove came in sight. It was his habit to look out the window of the morning train at the grove. ...
The west coast of the main island of Japan is probably for its latitude (roughly, from Cape Hatteras to New York, or from Spanish Morocco to Barcelona) the snowiest region in the world. From December to April or May only the railroads are open, and the snow in the mountains is sometimes as much a...
Rain had apparently blown into the mailbox. She dried the paper over the gas as she was cooking breakfast. Sometimes, when he was awake early, Shingo went for the newspaper and took it back to bed with him; but now going for it seemed to have become Kikuko’s work. Usually he saw the newspaper onl...