It is to this art where a priori it nothing happens or not much out of the ordinary, that makes me think this book spontaneously. There is something - even more refined - the famous 'Master Tournament or Go' by Yasunari Kawabata, because after all in this amazing book Kawabata there is something going on - it would be almost Doeuvre Chief talkative before this Inoue book.
We feel that this has happened, mentioned in the allusive mode remains about an immutable and unavoidable ritual triggered (to use the terminology of a Jankélévitch) with an 'I-don't-know-what 'or' almost nothing 'seemingly futile and innocent than the few centimeters that we would suffer through ignorance, inactivity, Que sais-je? a Japanese stone garden which would lose its meaning and symbolically destroy the eternal World Order.
Japanese literature in general and in particular Inoue (as Kawabata) gave us very different books, where the action is sometimes described, sometimes brief and violent, sometimes disarmingly banal PERQUE passing unnoticed - sort of Fuji -Yama emerging from mist filled valleys before our astonished eyes or jaded. Around the mystical mountain that seems to concentrate the earth energies to the port with the Mystery infinitude of the universe, to paraphrase Baudelaire, 'sounds and perfumes circle in the evening air,' and 'l' There man passes through forests of symbols that // lobservent with familiar eyes. ' These are the mists of our knowledge, we do not know whether they are morning or the evening, it is these symbols that we know and that we do not recognize, which are the authentic seal of Japanese literature, each head is a Doeuvre celebration, through the infinite palette of shades. Here, the fog and mounted along the sides of the mythical mountain and eternal, and we're guessing that the moments, when we diffuse light hints at the silhouette, but we can not grasp reality.
