I am being deeply affected by this quietly but profoundly meditative narrative. Full of subtle musings and observations on themes of aging, madness and death, the book is also full of the distinctively Japanese appreciation for the myriad joys and beauties to be found in the commonplace and quotidian. It's a terrific example of how a novel about nothing can be about virtually everything.
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Here's a pretty representative excerpt from the amazing Red D Gypsum----
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An exerpt from the long prose poem The Son Master by Peter Seaton----
To which, to take charge, this feature could be any idea of the need for a substitute for an advantage over the sound fracture plate extended rather than dug out, and I could use white line looks to a wall of dark red stone. The shape of one too is so hard that to take charge we had all survived. The elastic remains in the eyes to clear it over. This is a preposition, a possible sight of everyone's appearance without the business people touching. Great logs of the moon used also for legs, light complicated by catastrophe instructions, to move somewhere with a bang and a knock out of us, we know enough. Knocked flat near the conventional center, rest and have dinner and wait all morning so it must have been the rain that fell. The machine cares, but those two can be the same, the moon experience of space of sky throwing out dance and dance invasion.