So, speaking of Japan... I read the very short novel "In the Miso Soup" or イン ザ・ミソスープIn za Misosūpu (ha ha!) by Japanese novelist Ryu Murakami , not to be confused with Haruki Murakami (who writes equally strange but generally much longer novels). Murakami R has always focussed on the seedier side of Japan, one which the Japanese do not speak of and try not to acknowledge. This one was about a young guide who makes a living guiding gaijin through Tokyo's sex clubs--until he meets an American who may or may not be a serial killer. The Japan painted here is unrelentingly shallow, full of desperately lonely people who cannot make any kind of connection. Le plus c'est différent , le plus c'est la meme choses . ADDITION: Per below--at one point konbon wa was written kombon wa . I don't know whether this was an attempt to capture the nasal hum that is the Japanese final n, or merely a typo, but it seems to show that translating sound from one langua...
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