![]() ![]() ![]() It is poignant in a way that Japanese novels specifically are. While I do recognize that this is a translation and that hugely affects how this novel turned out, I love that the writing was to the point, matter-of-fact. For me, reading Strange Weather in Tokyo has been a welcome change – a sudden stop: to breathe and slow down.īut then again, wasn’t a sensation just that kind of indistinct notion that slips away, no matter how you try to contain it? When you’re used to reading fast-paced books with big characters and bigger endings, reading a quiet book like this would feel like a shock to the system. As their friendship deepens, Tsukiko comes to realise that the solace she has found with Sensei might be something more. ![]() Together, they share edamame beans, bottles of cold beer, and a trip to the mountains to eat wild mushrooms. After this first encounter, Tsukiko and Sensei continue to meet. Tsukiko is drinking alone in her local sake bar when by chance she meets one of her old high school teachers and, unable to remember his name, she falls back into her old habit of calling him ‘Sensei’. ![]()
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