At first it was meant to be a philosophical essay about the meaning of life—but it turned out the way it turned out. I’ll ask the reader not to judge my work too harshly—this book is already twenty years old. It was written, God forbid, back in the last century, and that’s why its characters look somewhat archaic today. But then at least they’re described from life—the author had the chance to spend some time alongside the prototypes of the future heroes, carefully delving into their affairs and worries. Therefore, the part of the book that depicts the realities of the late past century is documentarily accurate—the author is ready to vouch for it with his entire future royalties. As for the part that tells about matters even more ancient—an enlightened reader who knows the history of Japanese aggression in Southeast Asia will give a disappointed huff and shrug. Luckily for the author, there are very few such readers these days—and soon there will be none…
Read, my friends! Sometimes it’s damnably fascinating!