They looked like models, and they had no sense of humor. Their skin was smooth and glowing, and they were uniformly tall and lean. The early blots had been easy to identify. Though I supposed there had always been risks. In the end, it seemed to come down to never dating again or taking the chance of being blotted. Years passed and nothing did happen, and I realized that without my intervention, my hand pushing the warm back of fate, it was possible nothing ever would. After my last breakup, I spent a while “letting something happen,” which meant doing nothing. But what choice did I have? Apps seemed to be the way everyone found each other these days. To further complicate matters, it was estimated that fifty per cent of men on dating apps in the city were now blots. I’d never liked the idea of finding a romantic partner on an app, the way you’d order pizza or an Uber. I resolved to pass judgment on several hundred men per day, and to make an effort to message the few I matched with. On my return to San Francisco from a bleak Thanksgiving with my surviving relatives in Illinois, I downloaded Tinder, Bumble, and a few other apps I’d seen Instagram ads for.
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Further thrown in are some culinary, linguistic, and musical history tidbits. Those cramped ‘pre-Edo’ and Nineteenth Century chapters are all over the place structurally but gamely illustrate the author’s views on Japanese national character by criss-crossing Buddhism, Christianity, Chinese cultural appropriation, early (extant) literature, the Emperor, Feudalism, Europe’s appearance, and Shunga. The chronology traverses from before the Heian era (794-1185) to the present day. Where he perhaps errs is in writing too explicitly for an American audience who he hopes would be mostly ignorant of Japan, and going beyond his strong economic back-catalogue to attempt catch-all History. Murphy’s emotional investment is on par with any author on Japan, having first visited Japan around 1967-8, drawing on both his vast business (and more recently teaching) experience, alongside reflections from a father who served in the Pacific theatre and ultimately reconciled with Japan. 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