i enjoyed this..yet got immensely confused as to what i was reading about. seemed slightly self-indulgent as well.
i do not like coetzee but his novels are compelling nevertheless. this disgusted me but made me want to read on. 
her writing is simple yet profound, the world she creates familiar yet fantastical. it’s a pleasure to read her works, like a dream.
a book that can not just be read once. read it again, and again, and again, to find different layers and meanings and ways to read it. she is now one of my favourite authors.
such a beautiful book, and so frightening at parts , when dealing with the human psyche, it gave me the creeps reading it.
there are no words that can capture humanity at its lowest suffering, but this book comes close.
enjoyable read, but not spectacular.
we the reader are made to read a first-person narrative account about a controversial subject matter. most readers, especially the women, I believe, would be incensed that they have to take this amoral and conventionally reviled stance when they are reading the book. antagonistic, yet profoundly frank, its a perspective that writers rarely put a reader through. this is not one for those unwilling to put aside their differences in opinion, or their morals and principles, to enjoy a work of fiction.
expertly written, a small insight into the Japanese psyche after the war, and having to apologise and adapt to the times. Who is right and who is wrong, we will never have a clear answer.
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