You might correctly infer that I started it some while ago. It’s a slow read. In a way, not much happens. (Okay, Japan invades China, but that’s mostly off-camera.) Or maybe more properly, much happens but it’s as though you are watching through a thin piece of silk, which seems to mute the sharpness of the events.
In fact (it dawned on me late in the process) reading it is much like sitting in the Samurai’s garden, both requiring and imposing a certain patience, a tranquility of the mind.