A journalist with a hidden agenda intends to write a book about why a popular photographer burned two women to death, but gets more than he bargained for in Last Winter, We Parted by Fuminori Nakamura.
This skin-crawling noir is written in an interesting, fragmentary style which includes pieces of the journalist's novel as well as other accounts of the story told from various angles. But it is loaded with creepy characters, where every man has a secret fetish and every woman is an evil temptress.
Nakamura's novel The Thief, which I earlier read and enjoyed, also showed the sweating, seeping underbelly of Tokyo, but the author turns it up a notch in this one. A greasy palette of tastes from sex dolls to S&M to implied incest is on display.
I checked this out from the Morrisson-Reeves Public Library and found it to be a good read, but for darker tastes.
This skin-crawling noir is written in an interesting, fragmentary style which includes pieces of the journalist's novel as well as other accounts of the story told from various angles. But it is loaded with creepy characters, where every man has a secret fetish and every woman is an evil temptress.
Nakamura's novel The Thief, which I earlier read and enjoyed, also showed the sweating, seeping underbelly of Tokyo, but the author turns it up a notch in this one. A greasy palette of tastes from sex dolls to S&M to implied incest is on display.
I checked this out from the Morrisson-Reeves Public Library and found it to be a good read, but for darker tastes.
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