Review from a Transgressive Fiction Fan
Sometimes you read a book and it feels so uncannily like it was waiting for you, it’s like you’ve read it before and loved it for years, like you’re returning to an old favourite. I began reading In the Miso Soup the moment I received it in the post and extracted it from its envelope, and I just couldn’t stop. With this book, I even experienced a genuine episode of that fabled cliche: almost missing my stop on the train because I was so completely absorbed in the story.
“Insightful” Review from a Mainstream Reader
I expected a lot from this Japanese sex book. The truth is, until now, I’ve never experienced full blown tension attack while reading some book.
It is horribly disturbing, and my anxiety wasn’t connected with sex. I would have felt happy if I had been shocked with dark and twisted sex scene of Tokyo.
But the heart of this book is purely perverse and utterly sick. I don’t have nerves and stomach for it.