Regarding Thomas Dillon's May 9 article, "In search of picture-perfect Tokyo": What used to draw me to Dillon's columns was the pathos of a Midwest American with a black belt in "Japonica-dojo," who nevertheless wearily trod that fine invisible line often undetected by your average ex-pat in Japan.
Of late, however, Dillon has dispensed with that soft-touch walk as he seems to enjoy the hand-to-hand combat, in the trenches, so to speak. I am intrigued and, at the same time, apprehensive. Is he taking this somewhere? Or, could it be a midlife thing? With what will he resolve this buildup of tension?
tatsushi fedrick