Kenji clicked his pen. He thought about the author, Tanaka Etsuko, who had died in 2015 with no heirs. He thought about the translator, Suzuki Takumi, now 82 and living in a nursing home in Chiba. No one was making money off this book anymore. It was simply… gone. Like a forgotten song. Or a ghost.
Kenji smiled. He opened his email and wrote to the old address he’d once found for Suzuki Takumi’s publisher. He typed: “Dear Suzuki-san, your translation is not lost. I am reading it right now. Thank you for the wings.” download novel kudasai pdf
For ten minutes, he just read, warmed by the glow of the screen and the kotatsu. Then he closed the file. Kenji clicked his pen
