 It's a good thing, perhaps, that Asagiri's style is so
light and beautiful and the sexual action so very much in the forefront, so that the whole
thing reads like a wet dream divorced from reality. In the hands of another artist this
would be a very dark story indeed. 'What do they want, dear lord, what do they want?'
Well, as the hero says, 'I don't want love.' Reversible wants to be in a room that's
locked away from the world, somewhere no-one will bother him, screwing his brains out in
several modes. Which he can do, because Reversible is really loaded. Son of a
successful businessman, he has no interest in the family firm, resigning it to his
stepmother without a qualm. He's only interested in what moneycan buy him: his Pet and his Substitute. Money and power politics are a 
low-key theme throughout the book, and give it an odd note of reality. The Reversible, for
all his longing to be raped, is still in control of things. It's a very depressing view.
Asagiri seems to be saying that it's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for a rich man to be a true uke. A realist, after all. |