Who doesn’t deal with the devil every now and again? Or perhaps a god from your chosen religion, for the more saintly among us? Or just any form of non-supernatural, psychological trading in the privacy of your own mind? At risk of branding myself as the resident eccentric reviewer, I know that I do: I’ll be kinder to people if my Victoria sponge comes out of the oven even vaguely not burned, I’ll do my laundry – and the flatmate’s, too – if my cold goes away overnight, and I might even study harder for the next course if this exam is a miraculous pass.įor the protagonist of Genki Kawamura’s If Cats Disappeared from the World such trading is very real and, quite literally, a life and death situation.
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