An adult daughter and a mother go on holiday together to Japan. They seem near-strangers to each other. They visit temples, walk around, and eat but the conversations stay lightly superficial. The daughter reflects on her mother, her partner, and her sister. She seems to be trying to create moments that would connect her with her mother but the mother moves through the book like a ghost. A very melancholic book, beautiful by the description of nature, rain and colours. Gave me the desire to go back to Japan.
“Some were strong and definite, while others bled and faded, giving the impression of vapour. And yet, when you looked, you saw something: mountains, dissolution, form and colour running forever downwards.”