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May. 31st, 2007 02:32 amI just finished Lian Hearn's "The Harsh Cry of the Heron: The Last Tale of the Otori."
I wish to G-d I'd never read it.
The first three books were utterly brilliant. And so was this one. But the trilogy, which I devoured on my London trip, ended with a sense of cautious, fragile hope. I should have known better. The style is spare, and beautifully cool and balanced, much like the mythic feudal Japan in which it's set-- but it's also inexorable and tragic. I knew-- knew-- there was no way it could end well. And, of course, I cried.
This is also why I never developed my taste for opera.
3.17am ETA: Ah, but
mirroreyes is having a truly vile evening. Go show her some love.
I wish to G-d I'd never read it.
The first three books were utterly brilliant. And so was this one. But the trilogy, which I devoured on my London trip, ended with a sense of cautious, fragile hope. I should have known better. The style is spare, and beautifully cool and balanced, much like the mythic feudal Japan in which it's set-- but it's also inexorable and tragic. I knew-- knew-- there was no way it could end well. And, of course, I cried.
This is also why I never developed my taste for opera.
3.17am ETA: Ah, but