Breasts and Eggs

I think it’s important for people to read books that are explicitly about experiences that they can not and will not have in their lives. It’s a great way to expand one’s horizons and I find that the process makes people more enlightened. This idea is what drew me to Breasts and Eggs by Mieko Kawakami. The vast majority of Japanese books that I’ve read have been written by men and for men, with the women in these books either being nonexistent or totally unrealistic. Breasts and Eggs is the opposite of that. It is written by a woman for women with the majority of the characters being women and the entire focus of the book being on womens’ issues. That makes it a book that is very important for me as a man to read but one that I am unsure of how to review. Because I question what right I have to critique it. What I will do is lay out the facts of how I feel about this book in as matter-of-fact a way as I can possibly get.

I love it. I love pretty much everything about it. I love how it’s structured. I love how it’s narrated. I love the nuances of the characters. I love the questions it brings up. I love how some of those questions aren’t totally answered. I love the big emotional scenes. I love the more subtle parts. It’s a book that I feel is totally successful in what it is trying to do, which is about the highest praise I can give any novel. And those are the facts.