![]() Nods lead to more expansive forms of voiceless communication, which leads the two to meet, which leads to love. “I had a habit of standing at my window, looking out, and so did Nakajima, so we noticed each other, and before long we started exchanging nods,” she explains in the matter-of-fact prose that marks the narrative style. She takes an apartment, which offers a view of another apartment where a young man her age lives. ![]() She finds herself at a turning point, mourning the recent death of her mother, a death that spurs the daughter to uproot herself from her hometown and pursue her career amid the depersonalized anonymity of Tokyo. Its narrator is a young Japanese woman, a graphic artist and muralist, on the cusp of 30 but still a relative innocent. There’s almost an artistic sleight of hand in the latest from Yoshimoto ( Hardboiled & Hard Luck, 2005, etc.), a novel in which nothing much seems to happen yet everything changes. ![]() The simplicity of this elliptical novel’s form and expression belies its emotional depth. ![]()
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