Architect Kawahara Kazuhiko, who goes by the name Palla, creates beautiful parallel images of pictures he takes in Osaka. He’s been mentioned here before, but if you haven’t already, check out his site for tons of beautiful imagery. He’s now created a book, called THE BOOK OF PALLALINK, which he will be printing himself. To make this work, he needs people to place enough orders to go to print. The thing looks beautiful, so have a look, and then go to this entry form to place your order/donation.
Last weekend’s ASAHI SHIMBUN sees an article on Takemoto Novala, author of the book SHIMOTSUMA MONOGATARI (English title is to be KAMIKAZE GIRLS), that was recently made into a film starring idol Fukada Kyoko (and Patrick quite liked it).
“It didn’t mean I wanted to become a girl. Simply put, I wasn’t interested in stuff for boys. I liked girlish things. Boyish things are sweaty, so I didn’t like them.”NOVALA TAKEMOTO WriterFrom the outside, it looks like an ordinary Tokyo apartment building. But if you find the right door, and if you are invited to enter, you immediately find yourself in a weird, wacky wonderland.
Christian Dior perfume tickles the nose and Bach the ears. Stuffed deer make themselves at home with their friends: a blond doll in a taffeta gown, Doraemon, a Hello Kitty clock and a seemingly uncountable number of other objects, some mundane, some startling.
This is helter-skelter in a 15-tatami mat room. Welcome to the world of novelist Novala Takemoto.
‘Hadashi no Gen’ (Barefoot Gen), a well-known Japanese comic book series about a boy who survived the U.S. atomic bombing of Hiroshima, has been entirely translated into English for publication shortly in the United States, its translators said Saturday. The 10-volume saga, portraying the life of a boy named Gen before and after the horrific explosion in 1945, was translated by a group of mainly housewives in Kanazawa, Ishikawa Prefecture. (Kyodo News)
MY TOKYO DEATH CULT is a novel by Marc Horne that you can download for free (in PDF form, under the Creative Commons License).
Japanese policemen’s guns are small and sort of puny. Except when they are shooting at you. Right now, they are shooting at me and my companion and we are running scared. The Policemen’s shots are a little tentative, like someone picking chewing gum out of their hair. In fairness to the police, I should mention that we are in Shinjuku station, the world’s busiest. Currently it is occupied by… oh, I don’t know… 2.5 Lichtensteins. I am on average 4 inches taller than those around me, and a crucial 4 inches to boot, so as I barge through the crowd, hurting everyone, I must remember to crouch. To help me remember this, I visualize two things: the cloth that hangs in front of every drinking establishment in this country and those photos of JFK’s autopsy that my father and I discussed over breakfast in 1977.
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