The Japan Times, quite sensibly, discourages reviewers from writing about books that are worthless. Why waste the space? Exceptions, however, are made when a book is overhyped or particularly egregious. This was the case with Adam Mars-Jones's Noriko Smiling. They let me take the gloves off:
"I can hardly be accused of being an expert on Japanese film," Adam Mars-Jones assures us early in "Noriko Smiling," his monograph on Yasujiro Ozu's "Late Spring." Such protestations at the beginning of a work are not, in an age that distrusts expertise and celebrates ignorance, unusual. In most cases, though, a writer who makes this move goes on to demonstrate, however obliquely, that he or she is not, in fact, ignorant at all. Mars-Jones takes a different approach.
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—David