This novel is a remarkably profound gaze at Japan
through an outsider's eyes.
through an outsider's eyes.
So many things I've observed myself are written inside.
{The best books are relatable, deshou?}
This part in particular struck a chord inside me:
I've been thinking about how the concluding third line of a haiku always has to contain a surprise. A twist in perspective or mood, something that sets you off balance, that causes you to gasp...
The conclusion I've reached is that surprise -- or mystery, or anticipation, or whatever you wish to call it -- is the basis of life. Beyond compelling us to read to the third line in a poem, it's what makes us leave our beds, fall in love, listen to jokes, speculate endlessly about the weather.
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