Sometimes a book lands onto your lap (well, your digital Kindle collection...) in very peculiar circumstances. Listening to one of my favorite bands, Chthonic, I had the idea to try some Taiwanese literature. Quasi-randomly browsing through titles, I found J.W. Henley's Bu San Bu Si. The first thing that struck me was a front-page endorsement by none other than Freddy Lim himself - the frontman of Chthonic. I knew at that point I had to buy the book. What an incredible discovery it turned out to be!
J.W. Henley's prose is stunning, with a lot of descriptive depth, however without any dreary or dragging diatribes on meaningless details. Every single narrative chunk serves a purpose. The characters are realistic and relatable. Reading the book description one might be fooled into thinking this is a book about a band, the music scene of Taiwan, or something of the sort. It is that, too, but first and foremost it's a story of personal tragedy.
The protagonist, like any tragic hero, is neither "evil" nor "good"; in other words, he is not stereotyped and caricatured. Like any tragic hero, his woes are a result of hamartia, an error in judgment. There is a long, painful journey in store for him (and vicariously for the reader), and it always remains realistic, self-reflecting, and meaningful. I must say, J.W. Henley's style strongly reminded me of my own - I found similarities in the way we both, as authors, approach the philosophical depths of the (seemingly) mundane, the significance of the (seemingly) ordinary, the exhilaration brought by the revelation of the (seemingly) unimportant.
The plot progression is very sense-making, and never does the author fall into the trap of sentimentalism or cheap wayouts. The ending is not entirely inevitable, but still satisfactory. All in all, a gem of a book; highly recommended