(I should begin this by saying I don’t know a damned thing about Japan. I know a few books, a few movies, and I’ve known a few people, but my knowledge of Japan relies solely on this. Therefore what I am writing about here involves a lot of what I imagine or induce from the literature and art I know about. It could be grossly erroneous. As always, if you think so, please do comment and tell me what else I should see, read, listen to, or look at.That said…)
I have just, a few minutes ago, finished reading Yasunari Kawabata’s The Snow Country. The friend who loaned it to me, a fellow named Hadden, did so after he and I and another friend of ours (John) had a discussion of Japanese literature. It was apparent that Hadden knew more about Japanese lit than us two put together, as the conversation was focused on Murakami, whom Hadden dismissed as far inferior to his favorite Japanese writers.