The New Yorker · 8 Nov 2026
“The Death of a Certain Woman,” by Yasushi Inoue
I had been left in the care of my uncle, who brewed sake in Shinano, a small farming village a couple of miles outside the city of Nagano, in order to be able to attend the local school. My father, who was a government official, had been posted in Taiwan, and my mother had accompanied him there.
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