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478 pages, ebook
First published November 3, 2016
“Westerners do everything upside down,” [Matsuki] explained, showing her. “Their books begin at the back.” She leafed through the intricate drawings and pages of incomprehensible script, written sideways. It looked more like wriggly snakes or mosquito larvae than writing, not elegant or beautiful at all. (p. 75)
He brought out [a] silver plate and tilted it this way and that until a curved street came into view, lined with spindly houses with pipes like a forest of spears sticking out of the roofs. There were trees along both sides of the road. When Atsu looked closely she saw a couple of small people. It was as sharp and clear and real as anything she had ever seen, but it was not the world she knew…. She stared, mesmerized. She was gazing into another world—the land of the barbarians. (p. 77)
He was certainly human, he had arms and legs, but he was curious-looking all the same. Coarse grey hair bristled on his head and cheeks and around his mouth. Just as in the woodblock prints, he had a bulbous nose and round staring eyes like a pig. His skin was rough-textured and pinkish beige. From his bulk and sagging jowls he was quite old. He was sweating copiously, giving off a distinct meaty odour. […] He was wearing a most outlandish costume—a jacket with tubular sleeves, a high collar and gold trimmings, and tight leggings like a farmer’s pantaloons, dark blue with a gold stripe down the leg, all made of some dense fibre. He carried a stiff triangular hat with pointed corners and a clumsy-looking sword. (p. 362)