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kindle Ì Memoirs of a Geisha Ý Arthur Golden D geishaIn Memoirs of a Geisha we enter a world where appearances are paramount where a girl's virginity is auctioned to the highest bidder where women are trained to beguile the mos Damn if you aren't one of the most problematic things I've ever read Memoirs of a GeishaLike much of non Asian America I was swept up in the delight of reading this book in 2000 I was fifteen and precocious and the narrative was arresting I couldn't put the book down I wrote this in 2000Golden has hit pay dirt with this masterpiece An insightful curious and caring look into the mysterious world of geisha Arthur Golden peels away the ignorance and labeling that westerners have covered the secretive Japanese profession Although it sinks at times into a near melodramatic prose the book's protagonist is interesting insightful and enjoyable Her witty anecdotes and thoughtful mannerisms in speaking make Memoirs of a Geisha a delightful and unstoppable readThen I got older went to college and graduate school and developed a critical thinking eyeAnd I'm mad at myself insightful Really God I was naive This novel while entertaining is so problematic I rarely have time to descend into my criticism It continues the Orientalism that Edward Said loathed so very much; rather than skillfully entering the world of a Japanese woman it apes her identity and ultimately deprives her of a voice creating a sort of Orientalist imagination for us to enjoy without ever really seeing her The book is still engaging as a narrative but the sappy ending the frankly sexist portrayals at some points and Sayuri's outright inability to identify outside of her Chairman is rather frightening It serves to objectify fetishism at its worst Yet I can only give you three stars because I'm still partly under your spell Golden Damn

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Memoirs of a GeishaA literary sensation and runaway bestseller this brilliant debut novel presents with seamless authenticity and exuisite lyricism the true confessions of one of Japan's most celebrate So Memoirs of a Geisha I'd been wanting to read that one for a very long time I had heard so many good things about it It's supposed to be awesome and deep and beautiful right Wrong It's not The writing was what bothered me the most It's pretentious and superficial and sloooooww and it goes on and on and on and on and on and still very little happens In some sort of weird combination the writing is both superficial and cliché It feels like Golden thought it would be a good idea to emphasize all the Japan and nature clichés to the point of ridiculousness I still can't believe how many times he compares something to the nature Ironically it doesn't feel natural at all It feels forced and weird and and it's very annoying as it slows down the pacing which is already very slow and freuently interrupts the narrator's flow of thoughts Examples Yes yes Because I was so sick and tired of reading for the 40th time how something is LIKE a bird or a snake or whatever I made a list Enjoy people This is how Sayuri narrates the story Please notice and enjoy how natural this way of thinking sounds I felt as a dam must feel when it's holding back an entire riverI felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day longMy poor scalp felt the way clay must feel after the potter has scored it with a sharp stickAnd it goes on Like water bugs kicking along the surfaceLike the crisp skin of a grilled fishLike a scrap of paper in the windLike ruts in the bark of a treeAnd on Like a pig trying to survive in a slaughterhouseLike a stray cat on the street without a master to feed itMy 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 soilIt was like when a caterpillar turns into a butterflyOut of my element as a pigeon in a nest of falconsFelt as a simple smelt must feel when a silver salmon glides byStill not enough I was hoping you'd say that Here you goview spoiler Like what a workman does to a field using a hoe felt the way clay must feel after the potter has scored it with a sharp stickI felt as the waves of the ocean must feel when clouds have blocked the warmth of the sunAs if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried upon itLike a tree and its roots or like a shrine and the gate that stands before itWith as much difficulty as a hungry child turns away from a plate of foodI felt like a slab of tuna the grocer had just deliveredI was like a temple bell that resonates long after it has been struckI tried to imagine I was simply a house standing in the rain with the water washing down the front of meLike when a stone is dropped into a pond the water continues uivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottomLike the tree where the tiger might sharpen its clawsLike a fish belly up on the streamA tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificenceAs much a part of her as a song is part of a birdWas as simple as a stone falling toward the groundIf you no longer have leaves or bark or roots can you go on calling yourself a treeFelt toward him just as an ice pick feels toward a block of iceThe two of them weren't spending time together any than a suirrel is spending time with the insects that live in the same treeLike the fisherman who hour after hour scoops out fish with his netLike a mouse expecting sympathy from the snakeLike rice pouring from a torn sackExpanding just like a river whose waters have begun to swellI was like a child tiptoeing along a precipice overlooking the sea And yet somehow I hadn't imagined a great wave might come and strike me there and wash everything awayLike a snake that had spotted a mouseYour eyes hang all over him like fur on a dogI began to feel like a tree whose roots had at last broken into the rich wet soil deep beneath the surfaceJust as naturally as the leaves fall from the treesJust as a stone must fall toward the earthIt was all like a stream that falls over rocky cliffs before it can reach the oceanNo permanent than a wave rising on the oceanJust like watery ink on paper hide spoiler