Nobody knows him, either. Nothing remains of his life before he entered the theater. He doesn't even exist. No one knows who he is, there's no record of the murder, there are people living in his home, and more. Sam, it turns out, is a character excised from a novel called The Orchid and the Secret Agent, by another Japanese-American named Takumi Sato.
We're presented with Simuda's story as he doggedly continues his investigation, along with chapters from the newer version of the novel in progress. A third thread of the story is made up of the letters that Sato receives from his editor. The letters are darkly hilarious, and the excerpts from The Orchid and the Secret Agent are funny in a different way. Nothing is what it seems to be here, as the separate unrealites keep changing, thanks to the woman with the blue pencil, who's not what she seems, either.
All this and only 189 pages. Highly recommended if you like this sort of thing. If you think you don't like this sort of thing, give it a try anyway. The book might convince you otherwise.
3 comments:
Thanks again for adding to the pile...of pixels, but, still...
I started this tonight (2/19) and, 1/4 of the way into it, I is pretty amazing. Just the concept is amazing, and the execution is brilliant.
Not like anything else you're likely to read this month, either.
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