I was standing on my train home the other night, idly trying to read the ad on the doors and swaying with the six other people occupying my square meter of space, when YIKES we swayed right and the guy in the ad suddenly had no clothes on! Or skin! Or muscles! Like some sort of Ghost Of Christmas Future nightmare, the attractive actor who I recognized from watching many Japanese soap operas was abruptly fast-forwarded into a horrible ashes-to-ashes state, just skull & bones & glowing stomach. Why the ad team thought this would make me want to rush out and buy their client’s stomach remedy, I have no idea.
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Writing mystery books set in Tokyo is mostly what I do, but I also blog about the odd stuff I see every day in Japan. I'm a graduate of Stanford University and the Sendagaya Japanese Institute in Tokyo, and a member of the International Thriller Writers, the Mystery Writers of America, and Sisters In Crime. When I'm not in Tokyo, I live in San Francisco. I also host a travel site called The Tokyo Guide I Wish I'd Had, so if you're headed to Japan and want to check out the places I take my friends when they're in town, take a look!