Small touches, like the Impressionists, Hiromi Kawakami draws the lives of ordinary people, a woman teacher attached to his celibacy, a student's behavior with his father prevents women to commit to his girlfriend, mother family who wants banality, an auxiliary social life that has finally found his way after years of professional wandering, or cook a lover of a woman older than him ... If the novel begins with character of the teacher who questions the fishmonger, his late wife, and lover of it, is the wife of the fishmonger itself, which beyond the ultimate narrator will loop the loop of the story.
These are the human relationships in question in "Time will, the time comes": time passes, life flowing, individual choices, relationships that are made and unmade, and chance, which governs every time encounters between people.
Do not look in the novel of the action, this is not the strong Japanese literature. We must seek the subtlety, the art of nuance, from the description of everyday tasks is carried out day after day, without asking any questions, but with the Zen practice of time after which it is not short, as in the West, thanks to which we graciously accepts the inevitable.
The links between the characters emerge from one story to another, in a cowardly frame as that governing the chances of encounters of life. We should not expect the story that one would expect from such a novel written by an Anglo-Saxon, for example, where all those lives would join at the end. Nothing like here, just a reflection of everyday life in a Tokyo neighborhood where lives intersect and influence subtly before separating again ...
A novel slow-paced, captivating and exotic, I recommend to lovers of Japanese culture.
