'My mind on the eve of my debut was like a garden in which the flowers have only begun to poke their faces up through the soil.' 'Like a stray cat on the street without a master to feed it.' 'Like a pig trying to survive in a slaughterhouse.' 'Like water bugs kicking along the surface.' 'My poor scalp felt the way clay must feel after the potter has scored it with a sharp stick.' 'I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.' 'I felt as a dam must feel when it's holding back an entire river.' Please notice and enjoy how natural this way of thinking sounds : Because I was so sick and tired of reading for the 40th time how something is LIKE a bird or a snake or whatever, I made a list. It feels forced and weird and and it's very annoying, as it slows down the pacing (which is already very slow) and frequently interrupts the narrator's flow of thoughts.Įxamples? Yes, yes. Ironically, it doesn't feel natural at all. It feels like Golden thought it would be a good idea to emphasize all the Japan-and-nature clichés to the point of ridiculousness : I still can't believe how many times he compares something to the nature. In some sort of weird combination, the writing is both superficial and cliché. It's pretentious and superficial, and sloooooww and it goes on and on and on and on and on and still, very little happens. The writing was what bothered me the most. It's supposed to be awesome, and deep, and beautiful, right?

I had heard so many good things about it. I'd been wanting to read that one for a very long time. It is a unique and triumphant work of fiction-at once romantic, erotic, suspenseful-and completely unforgettable. In Memoirs of a Geisha, we enter a world where appearances are paramount where a girl's virginity is auctioned to the highest bidder where women are trained to beguile the most powerful men and where love is scorned as illusion. We witness her transformation as she learns the rigorous arts of the geisha: dance and music wearing kimono, elaborate makeup, and hair pouring sake to reveal just a touch of inner wrist competing with a jealous rival for men's solicitude and the money that goes with it.

It begins in a poor fishing village in 1929, when, as a nine-year-old girl with unusual blue-gray eyes, she is taken from her home and sold into slavery to a renowned geisha house. Speaking to us with the wisdom of age and in a voice at once haunting and startlingly immediate, Nitta Sayuri tells the story of her life as a geisha. A literary sensation and runaway bestseller, this brilliant debut novel tells with seamless authenticity and exquisite lyricism the true confessions of one of Japan's most celebrated geisha.

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