Whale Bacon

The friend I went to the Tsukiji Outer Market with this week told me that when she was growing up in Kyushu, the only kind of bacon they ever had at home was whale bacon. Apparently, it’s always eaten raw, so when she was reading an American book years later and the dialogue was about the smell of frying bacon wafting through the house in the morning, her first thought was, “EWWWW!”

It’s the year 1784 and the shōgun rules with an iron fist . . . except within the walled pleasure quarter of Yoshiwara. Inside the Great Gate, samurai law does not apply, and it’s women who pull the strings

The Samurai’s Octopus…is a truly remarkable book, one that surprised and charmed me at every turn of the page. You’re in for a treat.”
James Ziskin, Anthony, Barry, and Macavity Award-winning author of the Ellie Stone mysteries

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Jonelle Patrick writes novels set in Japan, produces the monthly e-magazine Japanagram, and blogs at Only In Japan and The Tokyo Guide I Wish I’d Had

Published by Jonelle Patrick

Author of The Last Tea Bowl Thief

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