After finally coming to terms with the fact that I could never really do the subject justice, I’ve posted up a review of some of the food we had in Japan over on Principia Gastronomica. And there are lots of Japan pictures (foodie and otherwise) over on Flickr—with still more to come!
It’s not as scary as you think…
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This is a strange little book, and definitely not McEwan’s best, though the first chapter in particular offers a very astutely observed snapshot of a stagnant relationship. Though the name of the city in which the book is set is never mentioned, I instinctively pictured the action taking place in Venice. On the plus side, The Comfort of Strangers nicely evokes an oppressive aura of stultification and a grim forboding which recalls “Don’t Look Now” or “Death in Venice”. On the minus side, I struggled to find a point in the whole book: two people are bored with each other, they meet two other people who turn out to be nasty, terrible things happen, the end. Or maybe the point is that sometimes there is no point…
