Ian Buruma’s “Collaborators”
And sometimes, there really are conspiracies — or at least crucial decisions taken far from the public eye
And sometimes, there really are conspiracies — or at least crucial decisions taken far from the public eye
The Sacred is there to balance the profane. We need them both.
We are a long way from the anality taboo that underpins much Freudian psychoanalysis.
“It is all but forgotten today that Tokyo’s low city was once a city equal to Venice in its charms,”
Listening to the jazz-funk of Herbie Hancock’s Head Hunters band revolutionized his thinking about music
When Tsuruta heard what had happened, he unsheathed his ceremonial sword and wept.
Having an ex- Mormon missionary as the most formidable of the nightclub hostesses is excellent.
Jazz was not merely a music to be accepted or reviled, but rather a metaphor for Japan’s participation in global cultural trends.
He asked to be shaved because he knew exactly what was going to happen to his head
When Hideyoshi orders his soldiers to cut off the man’s nose and ears, he fights back