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
