I very much like Amelie Nothomb’s novels, although they get somewhat repetitive (how many “young Belgian woman in Japan” adventures can we take?) but I found this memoir, or pseudo-memoir, of, naturally, a young Belgian woman in Japan, tedious.
Tokyo Fiancéeflows nicely (I read it in English translation, so cannot really comment on the original) and contains the usual funny comments about Japanese customs (the Swiss fondue set in a suitcase is particularly hilarious) but I was rooting for the unlucky, exploited Japanese boyfriend all the way. He is really sweet, Swiss fondue set and all, but he gets exploited as a (Japanese) language teacher, travel guide, and banker from the get go, when he generously pays for interviewing Amelie as his prospective French teacher. Amelie takes care of number 1 throughout the story, banishing the boyfriend when her sister visits and never removing the misunderstanding once he comes to believe that she will marry him. Shame on her!
This must be my week to read about self-centered mean people.