There are precious few indispensable books by Westerners about Japan. The best of these are by people who have lived there for a worthwhile period. This list is headed by the wonderful, and deeply missed Alan Booth; but Will Ferguson's Hokkaido Highway Blues is a more recent essential book, full of humour and insights. Carey's book sadly does not join the ranks. In fact, it tells us far more about a kind of lassitude and corruption in the publishing world than it does about Japan. Carey, famous novelist whose every word must be worth its weight in gold (at least to a craven publisher) spends a week (yes, a week) in Tokyo (yes, just Tokyo), armed with a novice's interest in Manga, and a rather indolent, and one suspects, spoiled son in tow. Although he has a number of inane theories which his Japanese hosts are far too polite to rubbish, he delivers no insights. Along the way, he manages to treat appallingly badly a Japanese youth who had struck up a friendship with his son over the Internet; but it's all right because the Careys leave a gift with his grandmother. The book takes about four hours to read, which is perhaps its one saving grace. But I recommend that you spend your money on The Roads to Sata or Looking for the Lost. The Careys got their free trip to Tokyo, and their meetings with the key players in Anime and Manga: don't give him any more money. Mr Carey: I would suggest that you learn at least two words of Japanese, and that to young Takashi, you utter a deeply felt 'Gomen Nasai'.