Natsume Soseki

Praise for I Am a Cat

A nonchalant string of anecdotes and wisecracks, told by a fellow who doesn't have a name, and has never caught a mouse, and isn't much good for anything except watching human beings in action

New Yorker

A biting satire of Meiji-era Japan told through the eyes of a sardonic street kitten

Jessie Burton, Guardian

A mordantly comic evocation of Soseki’s deep pessimism about his own humanity and indeed about humankind in general

Lit Hub

A nonchalant string of anecdotes and wisecracks, told by a fellow who doesn't have a name, and has never caught a mouse, and isn't much good for anything except watching human beings in action

New Yorker

A biting satire of Meiji-era Japan told through the eyes of a sardonic street kitten

Jessie Burton, Guardian

A mordantly comic evocation of Soseki’s deep pessimism about his own humanity and indeed about humankind in general

Lit Hub

A nonchalant string of anecdotes and wisecracks, told by a fellow who doesn't have a name, and has never caught a mouse, and isn't much good for anything except watching human beings in action

New Yorker

A biting satire of Meiji-era Japan told through the eyes of a sardonic street kitten

Jessie Burton, Guardian

A mordantly comic evocation of Soseki’s deep pessimism about his own humanity and indeed about humankind in general

Lit Hub