Quickly read and quickly forgotten

"This is not a cup of sake but a fish by hand as you enter this small commercial district of Tokyo. For it is especially in the amateur fishmonger's shop Cocteau that meets the community of people chaleueuse who inhabit it. Each in turn speaks in a manner of fugue to the surprising composition, both highly structured and appearance as random as chance which entangles these lives together. It's about loneliness and meetings, secret passions, small but delectable joys, and the writing is never done lighter than when it has to mention the serious things. "

With Hiromi Kawakami, it's a little lottery. "Sweet years" enchanted me, first novel by Jiro Taniguchi then drawn. I loved "The flea market Nakano." However, I have not exceeded the first 30 pages of "The light that comes from the sea", and I gave up "Manazuru" two thirds. "The time is going, the time comes" is somewhere in the mid-table. If I read it very quickly and without displeasure, I have forgotten most of the protagonists as soon as I closed it. None of them knew my interest with its history, and I have not found relevant to purely geographic relationships between them. The Tokyo district where the action takes place has no atmosphere or anything frankly picturesque or endearing. It could have been good, and it's just very dispensable.