I went to the bookstore. I searched for a book I had found reference to in this months issue of Marie Claire. Once I had it in my hands, I purchased a mocha, sat near the window and an hour and a half later, I was already late for my doctor’s appointment and then I finished the remaining twenty pages. I’m not going to do a review of any sort. Because I don’t want to. But I ejoyed it. And you might too.
Snakes and Earrings by Hitomi Kanehara.
With her lurid, occasionally touching debut novel, Kanehara became the youngest author ever to win the prestigious Akutagawa Prize. Her depiction of sadism fueled by youthful ennui caused a stir when it was first published in Japan, and American readers will find it pwerfully provocative, as well.
There it is.