Cover photo: Hideki Fujii People often told me that the geisha embodied everything that made Japan Japan. At their most elevated the geisha lived lives dedicated to beauty. They were human works of art, an absurdly anachronistic notion in an aggressively modern society like Japan. If they disappeared, that whole exquisite world - in which every detail, from the placement of the fan in the tea ceremony to the line of a mothwing eyebrow and the intricate weave of an obi, was studied and perfected with loving attention - would die out with them. Some hostels and hotels have a bookshelf where travellers can leave their old books and take new books along. That's how I snatched this book: from the bookshelf of a hostel apartment in Greece. I replaced it with David Nicholls' One Day and hopefully someone staying in the same place will find that and enjoy it as much as I did. :) I haven't read much about the geisha - fictional or otherwise - but I've watched the film Me...