With "I Am a Cat" I still have to comment, I discovered SOSEKI a major author of Japan, who mastered both the novel, haiku, the new. The news was, for me, the deposit of Stefan Zweig and Hermann Hesse, Gustave Flaubert and Guy de Maupassant dear and certainly the Englishman Oscar Wilde, genre neglected or poorly served by French authors (when we find Musso and Lévy null and Amélie Nothomb in progress). Here kakemono painting merges with the sensual writing, prompt of SOSEKI. His text "Fog" evokes "The storm" or "train" the English painter Turner (SOSEKI that has certainly seen during his 3-year stay in Britain), but without being a Japanese pastiche. SOSEKI brings the cinema in Japan of the Meiji era in its "Small Spring tales". It brings the fog, coal, kilt; but he did not come home empty handed. Fluidity of the story, word accuracy, feature of liveliness. "Pension" in the unspoken, is a tribute to the exploited child, without getting in its clinical description. SOSEKI brings empathy without sentimentality; he is not afraid astonishment; it looks even surprise. Infinite tenderness, to complete this collection of "visual haiku" (to use the felicitous Roland JACCARD formula on a website) in "The procession".