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oldpondnewfrog's review
4.0
Tantalizing because brief, flat, unapologetically strange. Never tries to draw your interest, so it draws mine. Great endings. "...It is said that they all ran home screaming, 'A mountain man! A mountain man!'" "...The rock is still in the same spot. He says that whenever he sees it, he still wants to have it."
And somehow they feel real, because the author doesn't think to doubt.
Mishima praises the conciseness.
Some writing is magical in a blazing way, incandescent, weave a circle round him thrice, like Nabokov/Shakespeare/Melville. This is the opposite, a different kind of magic, a pile of near-extinguished embers.
Just fascinating in their strangeness. I collected more "bits of string" from these hundred pages than probably any other hundred pages I've read in a while. One or two legends felt genuinely frightening.
It is hard to measure the size of these mountains.
When this happened a number of times, people got cautious and took preventive measures. But in the end, all the houses caught fire.
He soon saw a large bear in the shadow of a rock. It was too close for him to fire his rifle, so he put it down and grappled with the bear.
It is said that if the grass is nine centimeters long, a wolf can hide in it. Like the changing colors of the plants and trees, the color of the wolf's fur changes with each season.
And somehow they feel real, because the author doesn't think to doubt.
Mishima praises the conciseness.
Some writing is magical in a blazing way, incandescent, weave a circle round him thrice, like Nabokov/Shakespeare/Melville. This is the opposite, a different kind of magic, a pile of near-extinguished embers.
Just fascinating in their strangeness. I collected more "bits of string" from these hundred pages than probably any other hundred pages I've read in a while. One or two legends felt genuinely frightening.
It is hard to measure the size of these mountains.
When this happened a number of times, people got cautious and took preventive measures. But in the end, all the houses caught fire.
He soon saw a large bear in the shadow of a rock. It was too close for him to fire his rifle, so he put it down and grappled with the bear.
It is said that if the grass is nine centimeters long, a wolf can hide in it. Like the changing colors of the plants and trees, the color of the wolf's fur changes with each season.
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