By Andrew O'Connor
This magnificent novel explores an unbalanced love tale among Noah Tuttle, a dissatisfied Australian dwelling in Japan, and the beautiful and artful Mami Kaketa, who turns into the guts of Tuttle's universe. Tuttle lives in an inexpensive, rundown hostel within the seamier margins of Tokyo. He teaches mediocre English to disinterested scholars, sleeps together with his female friend, Tilly, whilst she's round, beverages beer whilst he can have enough money it, and usually avoids folks and their expectancies. whilst Tuttle meets the rich, attractive, and entirely self-absorbed Kaketa, besides the fact that, his mundane existence alterations without end. Their jagged romance provides an alluring story of impossibility as Tuttle drifts among girls, cultures, and international locations.
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The sharp, square buildings—all white, grey or brown—had taken on the look of scattered bricks. The only exception had been the Imperial Palace, a napkin of green at the centre. From such a height it had been easy to identify the grey roofs shrouded in lush canopies, the beautiful white walls beneath and the various glinting moats. It had intrigued me to think the Royal Family lived there still, sheltered from the city by water alone. I stood and stretched. Now, by night, the palace grounds formed a black void with only a minimum of lights scattered throughout.
Then I sat down inside the deep, dry spa and extended my arms without touching either side. When I tired of this I climbed back out and crossed to the sink, where large mirrors on opposing walls placed me at the head of an army of clones. Since I did not have a toothbrush I squeezed toothpaste onto my finger, wiped my teeth as best I could, cupped water in my hands, slurped, rinsed and spat. With this done I returned to the room in which Mami was sleeping. I crept close to her, eyes near her lips.
I know. ’ We walked for fifteen minutes, the glider in hand, occasionally throwing it out ahead of us. Soon it was dusk. The sky above remained relatively bright but the roads were increasingly dim. We talked only in short bursts and never about anything more controversial than the glider’s tendency to drift left or right. Eventually we came to a towering freeway. It must have had eight lanes, though we Tuvalu Corrected Pages 27/9/06 3:07 PM Tuvalu Page 47 47 could only see the rain-stained, shuddering concrete underbelly.
