Tokyo Ueno Station

Stream of consciousness writing ought to be its own genre so I can more easily avoid it.

Did not finish.

I don't know if I lacked appropriate historical context or if the writing just didn't strike me, but I couldn't find much to enjoy in this book. The themes were interesting and there was some beautiful prose, but so much of the story felt smothered under innumerable references to places, things, people, or events that were never fleshed out.

poverty porn in not so much style, almost guilt tripped to like it better but too tired