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Today I’m on the ‘Shadow Shinjuku’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Ryu loves to write. It’s a way for him to find and explore new worlds, both inner ones and those way outside. And this process is spontaneous and instinctive, his stories born out of a single image, following a path Ryu himself never fully understands – not its origin, nor its end -, immersed in the magic of the moment, and the magic of everything that surrounds us, the visible and the invisible.
Ryu is a daydreamer, a believer in the magic of humanity, a friend to all the mystical creatures of the night, and a sucker for the visual beauty of anime. But above all else, Ryu is just a human being, like yourself.
Ryu was born in 1983, has a beautiful wife, a funny little dog, and a lovely daughter. He adores sumo, practices traditional kenjutsu, sometimes plays basketball (Go Denver Nuggets!), relaxes playing video games, watching anime and reading books.
Oh, and he loves to eat! But who doesn’t…
The streets of Tokyo are different at night.
There is darkness behind the glitter and the neon lights, and people who prefer to stay in the shadows, to dwell in the underworld – whores, gangsters, the homeless, the lost.
People like Sato.
He’s part of this world, he always has been, but a feeling of change is lingering in the heavy air of the bustling city. A feeling brought to life by fateful encounters of solitary souls.
Shadow Shinjuku is a dark, yet magical journey into the depths of Tokyo’s nightlife and the depths of the human soul.
Ryu Takeshi’s first novel is both a crime thriller and urban fantasy. It’s a unique and mesmerizing blend of the imagery of Japanese animation and film, the colors and details of street photography, and the mystical lyricism of soulful music.
But above everything, it is a gripping story that doesn’t let go.
I only visit Golden Gai once the sun has set. Otherwise, it’s full of tourists taking pics and selfies and then going to a nearby Starbucks or whatever coffee shop they find, connecting to the free wi-fi, and posting the pics on Facebook or Instagram and tweeting something like “Golden Gai Rulez! #tokyounderground #yakuzaheaven #dreamcometrue”.
I only go after midnight.
There is a secret to Golden Gai, you see.
Every night, exactly at midnight, a portal opens. It’s hidden in a narrow alley between two small houses, and it resembles a large mirror. They say only those who can’t see their reflection in it can enter. If you can, it’s just a mirror, like any other mirror, and you can straighten your hair, check to see if there’s anything between your teeth, and mourn over the wrinkles on your face. If you can’t, you’re like me. You go there, you see it’s a mirror, but the only thing staring back at you is a dark, empty alley with a blinking neon light somewhere in the background. You’re scared at first, borderline panicking, but then your curiosity prevails, and you touch it. It’s fluid, or at least that’s the best way to describe it. It’s not wet, but it moves and swirls around your fingers, then your arms, then your legs, and your whole body as you enter.
It pulls you in.
The Magic of Wor(l)ds