Book: A Lonely Resurrection
Quotes of Book: A Lonely Resurrection
On the other stage, there was a girl who looked like a mix of Japanese and something Mediterranean or Latin. A good mix. She had that silky, almost shimmering black hair so many modern Japanese women like to ruin with chapatsu dye, worn short and swept over from the side. The shape of the eyes was also Japanese, and she was on the petite side. But her skin, a smooth gold like melted caramel, spoke of something else, something tropical. Her breasts and hips, too, appealingly full and slightly incongruous on her Japanese-sized frame, suggested some foreign origin. She was using the pole skillfully, grabbing it high, posing with her body held rigid and parallel to the floor, then spiraling down in time to the music. There was real vitality in her moves and she didn't seem to mind that most of the patrons were focused on the blonde. Mr. Ruddy held out a chair for me at an empty table in the center of the room. After a routine glance to ensure the seat afforded a proper view of the entrance, I sat. I wasn't displeased to see that I also had a good view of the stage where the dark-haired girl was dancing. "Wow," I said in English, looking at her. "Yes, she is beautiful," he replied, also in English. "Would you like to meet her?" I watched her for another moment before answering. I didn't want to wind up with one of the Japanese girls here. I would have a better chance of creating rapport, and therefore of eliciting information, by chatting with a foreigner while playing the role of foreigner. I nodded. book-quoteI walked the short distance to Nogizaka, then strolled up and down Gaienhigashi-dori. It took awhile, but I finally spotted it. There was no sign, only a small red rose on a black awning. The entrance was flanked by two black men, each of sufficient bulk to have been at home in the sumo pit. Their suits were well tailored and, given the size of the men wearing them, must have been custom-made. Nigerians, I assumed, whose size, managerial acumen, and relative facility with the language had made them a rare foreign success story, in this case as both middle management and muscle for many of the area's entertainment establishments. The mizu shobai, or "water trade" of entertainment and pleasure, is one of the few areas in which Japan can legitimately claim a degree of internationalization. They bowed and opened the club's double glass doors for me, each issuing a baritone irasshaimase as they did so. Welcome. One of them murmured something into a microphone set discreetly into his lapel. I walked down a short flight of stairs. A ruddy-faced, prosperous-looking Japanese man whom I put at about forty greeted me in a small foyer. Interchangeable J-Pop techno music was playing from the room beyond. "Nanmeisama desho ka?" Mr. Ruddy asked. How many? "Just one," I said in English, holding up a finger. "Of course." He motioned that I should follow him. The room was rectangular, flanked by dance stages on either end. The stages were simple, distinguished only by mirrored walls behind them and identical brass poles at their centers. One stage was occupied by a tall, long-haired blonde wearing high heels and a green g-string and nothing more. She was dancing somewhat desultorily, I thought, but seemed to have the attention of the majority of the club's clientele regardless. Russian, I guessed. Large-boned and large-breasted. A delicacy in Japan. Harry hadn't mentioned floorshows. Probably he was embarrassed. My sense that something was amiss deepened. book-quotePeople put out signals-body language, gait, clothes, facial expression, posture, attitude, speech, mannerisms-that can tell you where they're from, what they do, who they are. Most importantly, do they fit in. Because if you don't fit in, the target will spot you, and after that you won't be able to get close enough to do it right. Or a cop will spot you, and you'll have some explaining to do. Or a countersurveillance team will spot you, and then-congratulations!-the target will be you. book-quotePeople put out signals-body language, gait, clothes, facial expression, posture, attitude, speech, mannerisms-that can tell you where they're from, what they do, who they are. Most importantly, do they fit in. book-quote
