Dissappointment runs through my veins this evening.  I wacthed something tonight, I have been meaning to watch ever since my journey to Hong Kong - I’m not sure whether you remember or not?  I read the book - “Memoires of a Geisha”, well; tonight I watched the big screen rendition of this literary masterpiece, and unfortunatley I was left wanting; despite it’s glossy (yet tame) exterior, it was to put it mildly, hollow. 

It follows the book closely enough I guess but in my opinion it is barely a shadow in the presence of what was so masterfully written, the book was more than just a story, it was a lesson in culture. 

 Perhaps I am biased I my view, since I read the book first?  Maybe I would think different had I seen the film first?  I don’t know….

It’s a shame.  It has not made me think any less of the book following the film however, and it will still find a hardbound place of pride within my library.

…From the book, one thing I took away with me is the incredible artistry and poetry behind the Geisha which is barely touched upon in the film, it is not enough simply to be a thing of physical beauty, but through the artistic acts of a Geisha the beauty of the mind can perhaps be reached an enriched.  So, far from the simple idea of a quick romp in the bed huh?!

The more I learn, the more respect I have for Japenese Culture.  Also the more I realise - I have to learn.

Us westerners I am afraid to say, are clueless in the ancient art of seduction, and pleasure for recreation rather than procreation (largely thanks to the Victorians)…and is perhaps one of the more minor reasons I still count myself a bachelor; although - in my defence I will argue that it is because I am extremley choosy