Lee Langley

Who’s raiding the fridge?

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issue 03 May 2014

There is a problem with describing what happens in Nagasaki: impossible to reveal much of the plot without flagging up serious spoiler alerts. The story demands an innocent eye; the gaining of knowledge should come page by page, and not be hurried.

To set the scene: Shimura-san, a bachelor of 56, set in his ways, lives quietly in a house on the steep hillside above the Nagasaki dockyards. He has an undemanding job as a meteorologist, analysing weather patterns. One day, returning after work, hot, sticky and tormented by the clamour of cicadas, he notices, not for the first time, that a pot of yoghurt is missing from the fridge. Is the fruit juice bottle exactly where he left it that morning? He measures the level, and next day it has dropped. The front door lock has not been forced, nothing has been stolen, but as days pass he is filled with a growing sense of unease.

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