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Modern jap Literature is Donald Keene’s seriously acclaimed significant other quantity to his landmark Anthology of jap Literature. Now thought of the traditional canon of contemporary jap writing translated into English, sleek jap Literature contains concise introductions to the writers, in addition to a ancient advent by way of Professor Keene. comprises: “Growing Up” via Ichiyo, a lyrical tale of pre-adolescence within the 90s; Natsume’s tale of “Botchan,” an ill-starred and ineffectual Huck Finn; Nagai’s “The Sumida River”; Kokomitsu’s Kafkaesque “Time”; Kawabata’s “The Mole”; “Firefly Hunt”; a glimpse into Tanizaki’s masterpiece “Thin Snow”; and the postwar paintings of such writers as Dazai and Mishima.

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