Whoa. Japanese surrealism, about as nihilistic as Kafka and as disjointed as William S Burroughs. The main character wakes up one morning not turned into a gigantic insect, but rather finds daikon sprouts growing out of the pores in his shins.
He is treated, strapped to a robotic bed, which takes him to a resort which seems to be the River Sai, the Japanese Styx. He sees children in the underworld turned into a tourist atttraction, and falls in love with a series of young girls with sloping eyes. I’m not sure what the point of this book was, but it was very entertaining!0679746633