The ema of Kinkakuji (金閣寺の絵馬)
These are the ema (prayer plaques discussed here previously) at the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto. The god that grants these desires is 不動明王 who you can also gain favors from across town at Fushimi Inari Taisha.
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These are the ema (prayer plaques discussed here previously) at the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto. The god that grants these desires is 不動明王 who you can also gain favors from across town at Fushimi Inari Taisha.
This is my second to last Mangajin cover post. I have only four more issues to read before I have finished them all. There is no indication in the contents, yet, that they are about to go out of business. In fact, the issues pictured here talk more about growth and expansion than probably any other issues. Maybe that’s the warning sign? In any event, you’ll see the final four issue covers right here, including the last issue–No. 70, when I finish them in a week or two.
I spied this little guy spying me on a bus in Kyoto. I don’t think he had ever seen a gaijin before and, from the look on his face, I’m not sure he ever wanted to see one again.
Being in Japan as a 6’4″ light-haired foreigner is a unique experience. Adults tend to ignore your presence after an ever-so-brief glimpse, and the kids can’t take their eyes off you. You’re always the elephant in the room that can’t be ignored, yet everyone over the age of about 17 tries their darnedest to.
Mangajin frequently does a book review or two in each of their issues. Usually the reviewers are very critical, even of works they generally like. These are the kinds of reviews I like the best. However, the critical reviewer could find nothing not to like about this book. I knew then, based on Mangajin‘s reputation, that I had to read it.
Alan Booth’s Looking for the Lost is one of the more enjoyable books I have read in a long time. I look forward to reading his other book in the near future.
Booth walks around Japan. He refuses all other forms of transportation, sometimes at the annoyance of those trying to help him. I’m guessing he only does this when he is writing a book, but who knows? In any event, it makes for some very entertaining reading. Thanks, in part, to the mode of transportation Booth has numerous curious adventures. The pictures he paints of his interactions with the Japanese people he encounters brought back so many memories and had me laughing out load at times.
One thing that any reader is sure to notice is that Booth drank a lot of beer. Most walkers drink a lot of water. I don’t believe Booth drank any water during the countless miles he covers in this book. Every time he takes a break he drinks beer–and not just one. He preferred to drink two or four at a time. Perhaps this is why he died so young of cancer. I’ll share one of these examples before wrapping up this review.
“Late that afternoon I walked into Shirotori behind four small boys who raced ahead of me screaming and looking back and daring each other to wait until I had caught up, which none of them had the courage to do… I trudged up and down in search of a place to stay and at length slumped into a ryokan where a plump, friendly woman with bold red lipstick, an unsuitably bright emerald green blouse, three strings of cultured pearls, and a head of hair so solid with lacquer that you could have stood a clock on it, asked me if I would prefer coffee to tea as an offering of welcome.
‘I would prefer beer,’ I told her.
‘All right,’ she beamed, and brought me a can of Asahi Super Dry. ‘And since this is beer instead of tea, we won’t charge you anything for it.’
I liked the ryokan at once.” p. 337
If you’ve been to Japan, or lived there, this book is a must read. Even if you haven’t experienced Japan you should enjoy this book.
For some additional quotes from this book, click on the Alan Booth link below.