Tokyo - Softcover

Nicholas Hogg

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1908885734 ISBN 13: 9781908885739

Publisher: Cargo Publishing, 2015

Synopsis

Social psychologist Ben Monroe has returned to Tokyo after a failed marriage, determined to seek out his former lover Kozue. His estranged teenage daughter Mazzy reluctantly flies from California to join him. On the flight she meets a young Japanese man, Koji, a cult survivor, who tells her the story of the luminous night princess Kaguya, a powerful tale of beauty and obsession. As Ben delves deeper into the underworld in search of Kozue, Mazzy and Koji are compelled to follow, and their four lives dangerously intersect as past and present collide.

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About the Author

Nicholas Hogg was born in Leicester. After graduating with a psychology degree he travelled widely, living in the USA, New Zealand, and Japan. When he first moved to Tokyo he worked as an English teacher and an actor, appearing in television shows, adverts and in a hit computer game as a zombie. He then became press officer for a Japanese NGO ship and sailed around the world three times, reporting on global development issues. His debut novel, Show Me The Sky, was nominated for the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award, and his acclaimed short stories have won numerous prizes and been broadcast by the BBC. Tokyo is his third novel.

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Tokyo

By Nicholas Hogg

Cargo Publishing

Copyright © 2015 Nicholas Hogg
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-908885-73-9

CHAPTER 1

MAZZY LOOKED DOWN onto moonlit clouds. No break in the feather bed cumulus laid out from LA to Tokyo. There had been one shining moment, when a streak of silver glittered on the surface of the sea, like a sheet of worked metal. Then again the cloudscape, the anger at being pulled from a Californian high school to Japan, her father. So she looked to the perfect moon, craters and scars from ancient collisions. Lonely in the thoughts of a lifeless rock, she turned back to the plane and the sleeping passengers. Some comfort in the other bodies.

The Japanese man beside her was in his mid-twenties. Hard to tell with skin that even toned and smooth. He was sleeping. Or his eyes were simply closed. Mazzy would have to wake him to excuse herself past to go to the bathroom. It seemed a shame to disturb his peace, the Buddha-like repose. The faint lines at the corner of his mouth were the only hints of ageing, and the more she looked the more immaculate he seemed to appear. Five hours into a transpacific flight his black shirt was barely creased, and not a strand of his thick dark hair out of place.

Still, she wasn't holding it in across the width of the Pacific.

"Sorry," she said. "Excuse me."

He didn't even seem to be breathing, let alone waking to allow her past. She had to reach over and touch his arm.

He opened his eyes and stared, as if she were some precious creature stepped from his dream.

"I need the bathroom," said Mazzy, pointing down the plane.

Slowly, the man nodded. Though rather to approve some private thought than to acknowledge her presence. Again, she said she had to use the bathroom. This time he smiled and stood, bowing a polite apology as she squeezed out from the seats.

Mazzy walked past the slumbering passengers. Slurred faces before the glowing screens. She didn't see how he watched her walk the darkened aisle, the way she tied back her long blonde hair.

She took her time in the cubicle. Washed her hands and studied her eyes. Her father's daughter, she knew that much. His high, stern, forehead, a serious focus to her resting features. But the wide smile breaking out across her cheeks when needed.

When she got back to her seat the Japanese man was looking out of the window. Sitting in her place. His face almost pressed to the glass. Now she noticed marks under his jaw, a bruise or graze running under his left ear.

Perhaps he saw her reflection, the change of light. He quickly turned and apologised. "Sorry." An American accent to his broken English. "I had to look at the moon."

He shifted over then stepped into the aisle, so Mazzy could move past.

"It's beautiful on the clouds," she said, sliding back to her place.

Before she began the inevitable small talk on who was going where and why, he asked her if she knew the Japanese folk tale about a moon princess.

"A moon princess? I don't think so."

Whether the man took this as an invitation to tell seemed unimportant. He had to tell. He sat straight and erect, spoke.

* * *

Once upon a time, an old woodcutter was walking through a bamboo forest when he noticed that one of the trunks was glowing. He took his axe and chopped it open to find a baby girl, no bigger than his thumb. He cupped his hands and carried her home to his childless wife. She was overjoyed they now had a daughter to raise.

They named her Kaguya-hime, the luminous night princess.

At first the couple tried to keep her a secret, but she grew into such a beautiful woman that five princes proposed to her. Kaguya-hime

Edition details

• Publisher: Cargo Publishing
• Publication date: 2015
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1908885734
• ISBN 13: 9781908885739
• Binding: Paperback
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 208