Brrm! Brrm!

Brrm! Brrm!

Though he was going to be a writer, the kind of writing he was going to do was traditional. While at Tokyo University he had published some short stories in a prominent magazine and on the strength of this auspicious debut he had been pleasingly identified as one who...
The Sound of the Mountain

The Sound of the Mountain

Though august had only begun, autumn insects were already singing. He thought he could detect a dripping of dew from leaf to leaf. Then he heard the sound of the mountain. It was a windless night. the moon was near full, but in the moist, sultry air the fringe of...