Friday, March 13, 2015
last winter we parted
last winter, we parted
A young writer arrives at a prison to interview a convict. The writer has been commissioned to write a full account of the case, from the bizarre and grisly details of the crime to the nature of the man behind it. The suspect, a world-renowned photographer named Kiharazaka, has a deeply unsettling portfolio - lurking beneath the surface of each photograph is an acutely obsessive fascination with his subject.
He stands accused of murdering two women - both burned alive - and will likely face the death penalty. But something isn't quite right. As the young writer probes further, his doubts about this man as a killer intensify, and he struggles to maintain his sense of reason and justice. Is Kiharazaka truly guilty, or will he die to protect someone else?
This could have been a really good book. It had a mystery, a possibly wrongly convicted man, a twisted romance, murder and insanity. But there wasn't much to the book. It was a very quick read and I think that's why I continued to read. Not because it was hard to put down, but because it was so short I figured I might as well finish it. I think I read it in a few hours.
The synopsis talks of this young writer and you would think that his character would keep the mystery going for you, but in truth I don't really know what that writer was doing. And then all of a sudden he solves the mystery. It's all rather abrupt.
I don't know. I really liked the idea behind the book, but I felt the execution fell flat or maybe something was just lost in translation?