Eye-rolled myself through this book, some middle aged man’s wet dreams of a woman looking like a girl, having skin as soft as an infants and having slender hips as a little girl. 

Tons of repetition intended to make the novel melodramatic. Everyone speaks “softly” and “stares into the air” ergo:

“He spoke softly, staring into the air, at things the others couldn't see. “ 

All the women have piercing, unmoving eyes, emotionless, nothing betraying the fact that they are actually real life women and not porcelain dolls. They keep their face a perfect clear canvas, only there for their unwrinkled faces to be admired, no creases must show and break the illusion that they’re not “girls”.

The main character takes his wife for granted and becomes obsessed with a woman (“with the face of a girl”, can’t forget), across the world whom he’s actually never talked to. 

Meanwhile, kat one point he deems his wife worthy of a glance and notices…”she had nothing on, underneath, and that her breasts were small and white like those of a girl.” ….did I make that up? No. That’s verbatim from the translated novel 👍🏼 

I don’t know if something was lost in translation but this novel was pompous, zero idea why this character becomes illogically obsessed with a “woman with the face of a girl” when his wife loves him dearly. 

The whole book gave me the creeps and oh by the way, Japan is at war so it ruins his entire silk business which is apparently what the book was intended to be about. 

If y’all couldn’t tell, no I do not recommend.