This book was free and only 120 pages. I figured it would be worth a read as the cover clearly states it won the Japanese award for best new literary talent.Um... Not so much.It took less than two hours to read, but I feel that every second I spent reading this I wasted and now have to live with the idea that I will never get them back. First, this book seems only about titillation. And I am for good titillation as the next person, but this is far from the good kind. This is nihilist desperate titillation, where feeling is entirely absent.I can only assume that the translation of this story removed enormous amounts of underlying meaning. Well at least I hope that, or 2004 must have been a fallow year for Japanese fiction for this to win anything.Avoid, unless detachment in every way, minus retinal, is your idea of a good time.