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The result is a novel with the broad social canvas (and love of coincidence) of Charles Dickens and Jane Austen's intense attention to the nuances of erotic maneuvering. Readers experience the entire life of a geisha, from her origins as an orphaned fishing-village girl in 1929 to her triumphant auction of her mizuage (virginity) for a record price as a teenager to her reminiscent old age as the distinguished mistress of the powerful patron of her dreams. We discover that a geisha is more analogous to a Western "trophy wife" than to a prostitute--and, as in Austen, flat-out prostitution and early death is a woman's alternative to the repressive, arcane system of courtship. In simple, elegant prose, Golden puts us right in the tearoom with the geisha; we are there as she gracefully fights for her life in a social situation where careers are made or destroyed by a witticism, a too-revealing (or not revealing enough) glimpse of flesh under the kimono, or a vicious rumor spread by a rival "as cruel as a spider."
Golden's web is finely woven, but his book has a serious flaw: the geisha's true romance rings hollow--the love of her life is a symbol, not a character. Her villainous geisha nemesis is sharply drawn, but she would be more so if we got a deeper peek into the cause of her motiveless malignity--the plight all geisha share. Still, Golden has won the triple crown of fiction: he has created a plausible female protagonist in a vivid, now-vanished world, and he gloriously captures Japanese culture by expressing his thoughts in authentic Eastern metaphors.
428 pages, Hardcover
First published September 27, 1997
"I felt as a dam must feel when it's holding back an entire river."
"I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long."
"My poor scalp felt the way clay must feel after the potter has scored it with a sharp stick."
"Like water bugs kicking along the surface."
"Like the crisp skin of a grilled fish."
"Like a scrap of paper in the wind."
"Like ruts in the bark of a tree."
"Like a pig trying to survive in a slaughterhouse."
"Like a stray cat on the street without a master to feed it."
"My mind on the eve of my debut was like a garden in which the flowers have only begun to poke their faces up through the soil."
"It was like when a caterpillar turns into a butterfly."
"Out of my element as a pigeon in a nest of falcons."
"Felt as a simple smelt must feel when a silver salmon glides by."



We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.






