Maruya spies a literal hard-on for cherry blossoms, which made me smile: "The essentially erotic nature of mono no aware,"
The Sunday Times (yuck .. Rupert Murdoch) is quoted as saying" A Mature Woman" is "As gripping as a thriller" ... I wouldn't go that far. It's essentially a thoughtful novel about the Japanese traditions of gift-giving. I picked it up as goodreaders (Capsguy!) was raving about "Grass For My Pillow" ... but "A Mature Woman" was much cheaper.
It has a confusing start (very long chapter 1 = "day in the life of newbies on the editorial desk", very long chapter 2 = "young woman and two male friends have a row about wartime Japan at dinner"). Then our rookie editorial-writer, the mature woman, writes a rather strange piece about ... abortion. "They'll love it in Pomona" perhaps, but they'll hate it in Medieval England, Iowa.
There's a very Japanese response to her unpopular editorial ... the newspaper managers keep trying to pay the mature woman much more money to sit at a different desk and do fuck all. Poor dear. Yet she's determined to fix things. The Japanese way. Which means it takes 322 pages and nobody's very happy by the end of it. But then nobody's very sad either.
"A Mature Woman" is best enjoyed with that box of chocolates a colleague you don't really like was obliged to buy for you because you were obliged to buy him a packet of rice crackers that time.
The old actress was the most fun:
"Her voice softened as if she were remembering those far-off nights.
'At first he was really clumsy, quite hopeless. He didn't know a thing, you see. I had terrible trouble getting ...'
'Please, Masako,' her sister put in hurriedly, and then, after the briefest of pauses: 'Aren't you hungry?'"