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About Osaka

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

Discussion

The effect in Hotel Iris is to present a sado-masochistic sexual relationship in terms that ease the reader gently into the situation.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji swings by. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe it! There’s a festival at Ogawa Park!” I’m like, “What? Right now?” He nods, and I’m torn. Work or festival? Ugh, tough choice!

'The Memory Police' author and Booker Prize nominee Yoko Ogawa is back with 'Mina's Matchbox'