Alan Booth's book is fantastic. I was sold anyway, as I am a true Japanophile, but I especially love the way that Booth shows both his deep understanding of Japanese culture, and his difficulties even so of grasping what it means to be Japanese, and the Japanese interaction with the world. Though now several decades old, this is still an indispensable guide to Japan and its people, as experienced by a man both inside and outside of Japanese society. ( )

Alan Booth’s Looking for the Lost: Journeys Through a Vanishing Japan comprises travel writing of a very high order.

Actually, though, calling an in-depth exploration like this one ‘travel writing’ is to insult its author: Booth was a long-term expatriate in Japan, fluent in the language and well-versed in the peculiarities of Japanese custom and culture. His observations are wry, telling and sometimes deep.

The book’s structure is simple: Booth narrates three long walks he has taken through rather obscure parts of Japan. On the first he follows the trail of a famous local boy from the northern tip of Honshu who ‘made good’ as an author in his own right. The second takes Booth into the steamy backcountry of Kyushu, as he traces the sad retreat of a 19th-century revolutionary general.

On the third – well, here I must pause and make confession: I stopped reading this book after part 2. It’s not that it wasn’t good; on the contrary, Booth is erudite, funny, insightful and eloquent throughout.

No, the problem was the tone of the narrative. There is a sense of grey melancholy and remorseless foreboding that pervades Booth’s travels. Perhaps knowing that the third walk ends in Booth first noting the illness that ultimately killed him colored my perceptions and kept me from maintaining a disinterested perspective. But as much as enjoyed Booth’s skill as an observer, critic and writer, I found the two-thirds of the book I read heavy and hard to return to at times.

Recommended, but with some reservations. ( )

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I've mentioned this before: Alan Booth is often mentioned as the quintessential travel writer of Japan. Like in The Roads to Sata, Booth takes us deep into the heart and soul of Japan and ordinary Japanese. Published a few years after his premature death from cancer in 1993, Looking for the Lost, is actually three shorter novellas detailing three different walks he took in Japan.

First, Tsugaru. This is the peninsula at the very northern end of Honshu, the central Japanese island, in Aomori Prefecture. Booth sets out in May 1988 to walk the same route taken by a Japanese author 44 years previously.

Second, Saigo's Last March, wherein Booth recreates the route taken by Saigo Takamori in August 1877, when Saigo, a previous government minister and one of the leaders of the loyalist army that defeated the shogun, led a final, ill-fated protest again the new government.

Third, Looking for the Lost itself, which, I was slightly thrilled to learn, was Booth's recounting of his walk along the length of the Nagara River through Gifu Prefecture (!). He is following what might be the path taken by the survivors of the ruling Heike clan after they were run out of the imperial capital of Kyoto and forced to flee in the late 12th century, one of the seminal points in Japanese history.

As I expected, Looking for the Lost was a tremendously enjoyable book, though, I must admit, there was something almost disquieting about reading about Japan in such a personal way, but one that was so different from my own (and my own could never hope to be similar). We all view countries in our own ways, and while I don't know if Booth loved Japan, he certainly was fascinated by it. And that, I think, is what makes his two books so good. He is not vaunting Japan, nor, à la Will Ferguson, poking fun at its idiosyncracies. He just tells the story as it is, as it happens.

I think I may have enjoyed Looking for the Lost even more than The Roads to Sata. The fact that there were three stories of three very different parts of Japan, each meticulously described with great personal anecdotes that really brought the regions to life, was excellent. It also probably helps that I am now in Japan and can better relate to some of his experiences. Also, the Japan he describes here feels different from the Japan in Sata, which was a Japan of the late 1970s and vastly more inward-thinking than it is now (as difficult as it is to imagine; Japan still being largely fixated on itself and often unaware of the larger world outside its borders).

And yes, most importantly, Booth does find the lost Japan he'd been looking for for the past 20-some years. He finds it, most poignantly for me, in Gujo-Hachiman, a small castle town about an hour's drive north of Gifu City. Having been there myself last October, some 15 years after Booth's visit, though I wasn't yet aware of Booth's opinion on the town, I felt at the time that it was a relatively untouched corner of Japan. Sure, the town has some industry and modernized facilities, and there are convenience stores like everywhere else, but there's also a certain charm, a certain Japanese-ness, some kind of magical / traditional quality to Gujo-Hachiman's streets and buildings that is hard to find in the rest of Japan, if at all.

So, my only problems with Booth's books are that there's only two of them and that I cannot help but compulsively read both of them entirely too fast. ( )

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