Immediately, I was caught by the freshness of this novel. God knows I hate stories with rose water, but the delicacy of Japanese feelings lends to it a touch of exoticism welcome, and goes particularly well with the nostalgic evocation of a childhood friendship outsized. I am easily affected when a talented author deals with a subject that is close to me; here Takuji Ichikawa managed to fill me with great emotion with something that is completely unknown to me, create in me the echo of a sound I've never heard. It was strange and delicious at a time.
Through a dreamlike love story, born in the middle of garbage but able to transcend time and absence, he also speaks of the hidden beauty of things and people, loneliness and links, the search for and Satoshi his friends to find their way - their place in life and to others. In the end, he signed a book light in appearance, but very deeply.
"It was Yûji that had brought us together, Karin and I, as this time it was me who would gather and Karin Yûji. Everything made sense, we were not scattered, we were all connected. The world were a large set of various chemical reactions in which each was the catalyst of others. That's what it meant to be alive. "
