A review by casparb
As I Crossed a Bridge of Dreams by Ivan Morris, Lady Sarashina

another installment in the incredibly productive era of women's writing in Japan. Bridge of Dreams doesn't possess quite the charisma of Sei Shōnagon but neither does it outstay its welcome and honestly it was nice for me to reenter that world. I've been thinking about this w/r/t the book I'm reading presently, to be mysterious. anyway a sweet work but in many ways a catalogue of failures. perhaps somebody ought to wring a collection from it in the anglosphere. It's so canonical in Japan (I am informed) that I'm sure that's a rather passé notion over there