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January 28, 2008

My Friend Kirkus

Recently, I got my hands on an early copy of the review of my book that will run in the Feb 1st issue of Kirkus Reviews.  Here we go!

BAR FLOWER: My Decadently Destructive Days and Nights as a Tokyo Nightclub Hostess

        The exotic, delicately erotic world of Japanese nightclubs, as seen by an American employee.

Jacobson wound up as a hostess in Tokyo’s Ginza strip after she was fired from her post-college job teaching kindergarteners at the “Happy Learning English School.” Outgoing and fluent in Japanese, she had a distinct advantage over the other hostesses, many from Eastern Europe, all hired for their looks, youth and personality. Her Japanese clients loved Americans, and Jacobson dyed her hair platinum blonde to boost business. The hostesses’ job was to entice Japanese businessmen into fantasy dates; conversation and expensive drinking were the primary goals. The more money the hostess convinced her date to spend, the more money she made—and the more praise she got from her “mama-san,” usually an older former hostess. Strict “no-touch” rules were enforced; subtle manipulation and ego boosting, at which Jacobson excelled, were the order of the day. Self-absorbed even by the standards of this genre, her debut memoir intrigues because it opens a window into a little-seen portion of Japanese culture: “the floating world” of transience and personal gratification, in notable contrast to the salaryman’s unchanging world of duty and service. Colorful portraits of her adopted culture and the men she dated eventually bring Jacobson’s tell-all to life. The young feminist was especially horrified that Japanese society expected women to be subservient, while men sought out a brash contrast at night. Less interesting are tiresome hints that Jacobson was on a path of self-destruction and overwrought descriptions of a hostess “selling her soul.” Presumably that’s why the author finally hightailed it back to New York for grad school.

A juicy read for anyone interested in the intriguingly lascivious underworld of a purportedly straight-laced culture. (Agent: Sharlene Martin/Martin Literary Management)

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So is this post an invitation to review the preview of the review? ;-)

But seriously - will your book be available at the usual places in Tokyo when it's published?

yeah, it should be available, as japan-related books usually are. if not, there's always the internet.

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