Often when reading narratives that decide to play with time, jumping back and forth without warning, I wonder if the book would hold up as well if it were rearranged in chronological order.
There’s a tenderness within Gazdanov that seems to recall Carson McCullers or Anne Tyler
Themes of security, honour, obligation and voyeurism converge into something enticing and engaging under Togawa’s pen.
The Judge and His Hangman could be devoured in a single sitting, its haunting contents continuing to unspool for days after the backcover folds over.
What really happens to a policeman who can’t solve his most important case? What becomes of a pillar of society whose foundations are crumbling?