Last Children Of Tokyo

I loved the author’s description of how language has changed, this is mainly why I kept reading. After reading the book, and maybe because I took my time reading it, there are two resonant scenes in my mind: cutting and squeezing the orange, and mothers with their strollers in a cafe. The author swiftly shifts between characters and seamlessly making them protagonists, as the story almost happens in their heads/thoughts/memories with subtly cynic commentary to explain the course of events. I don’t feel much of a reason to emphasize the importance of Mumie, the main child character, towards the end of the story. However, the abstract ending was beautiful and felt like a poem. I enjoyed the waves of factual and virtual dreads that pass over me while reading.

Scary, sad and beautifull. The innocence of children mixed with dedication of the elderly made me cry. Funny how language and holidays changed after the policy. Would probably be way better in Japanese.