All
this gradually come to light during a police investigation, led by
Connor, a Japanese-speaking detective of long standing that very much
understands their culture and way of doing things. During the grand
opening of the skyscraper headquarters of Nakamoto, a Japanese
corporation, a young woman is found dead on the 46th floor just above
the partying. Connor and his assistant Peter Smith have to quickly
uncover the cause of death and the killer, against mounting pressure
from the Japanese to do a rather shoddy job. After a couple of wrong
suspect selections—first Eddie Sakamura, from a competing
business to Nakamoto’s, then Senator Morton who didn’t
want Nakamoto to buy yet another American high-tech company—they
finally find that the real killer was an employee of Nakamoto named
Ishiguro. He did the killing in order to pressurize the senator into
changing his position, having spotted the senator having sex with her
minutes before she passed out, with the senator not knowing she
really wasn’t dead.
Reading the story a
second time a year later, I thought, Interesting! So the Japs now
regard all Americans as “niggers” because of their better
educational, industrial and economic systems!
January 13, 2015. Review
initially written in 2011. Novel published in 1992 by Ballantine
Books, ISBN 0-345-38037-1.
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