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Yukio Mishima and the friction of past and present

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  • Published 20250506
  • ISBN: 978-1-923213-07-4
  • Extent: 196 pp
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THERE IS A scene in the novella Star by Yukio Mishima wherein the eponymous celeb fantasises about the mass execution of his fans.

I was exhausted. The girls could scream like hell for all I cared – their shrill voices splashed over me like rancid oil. I could line them up and march them all into the mouth of an incinerator. Except they’d probably crawl out of the ashes gawking at me, so I’d have to pluck their eyes out first. 

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