Japan

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The Tale of Tony Takitani

Tony Takitani was by no means a remarkable man from his outwardly appearance. He lived…

Sirens’ Song

The train whisks us past Osaka. It’s the end of autumn. Beautiful green foliage is…

The Birth of The O-Ren

In my quest to catch up with Eastern literature, I started on a third book…

In Which I Grappled with Japan’s Dark History

It was seven in the morning when I decided to head south of my Airbnb…

Shadows of Kyoto

The rooms at the Waranjiya are about nine feet square, the size of a comfortable…