If the book is intended as a commentary on the bleak nature of modern romance culture, it’s as insightful as it is depressing. This would be interesting on a plotting level if all the women he meets were shallow and undiscriminating, but not all of them are: some, we get the strong impression, would see through this romantic grifter in two seconds, and indeed, some do - but it doesn’t stop them from breaking bread with him.
Nishino never shares anything of his inner self with any of the women he encounters, and readers following along through each of those encounters will quickly begin to suspect this is because he has no inner self to share. This procession of erotically charged encounters is fascinating to read, but it admits of no change, no development.
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