Estimated reading time: 3 – 5 minutes
Remittance Girl (RG) is an erotic writer talented way beyond my humble attempts to describe. She is unflinching when it comes to probing the sexual darkness in humanity. Among many themes, she’s written about the discovered eroticism found in ritual cutting, despair in addictive fornication, and the lengths a woman will go to make sure her lover doesn’t leave her unsatisfied again.
To say I enjoy her work is an insult. She inspires me to take my craft to the next level. In her words, I find desperate beauty in the midst of ugliness. So when I read via Twitter her latest release at Republica Press I knew I absolutely, positively must buy Gaijin.
I have NO regrets. I loved this short and I got far more than my $2.99 worth. Now, I must convince you how exquisite Gaijin truly is. First things first…
Warning: Gaijin contains non-consensual sex/consensual sex/light violence/language. It is meant to be read by adults with an open mind.
Still with me? Good.
RG describes her latest work as:
When Jennifer left the cold and damp of London for the sparkle and bustle of Tokyo, she imagined she’d fine a world full of cherry blossom festivals, ancient tea ceremonies and Geishas. What she got instead was a cramped, shared apartment, harassment on the subway and a mind-numbing job as a hostess at the Blonde Chick Bar in Roppongi.
With a single, unintentional insult all that changed. She wakes up to find that she has been kidnapped by Shindo: a sadistic Yakuza demi-god who doesn’t take his loss of face easily. Caught between his hatred of all things foreign and a growing obsession with this blonde gaijin, he is determined to make her pay for her rejection in sadistic and degrading ways.
‘A woman’s lot is to endure,’ says the fox spirit in her dreams, but Jennifer wonders whether there are indeed fates worse than death. Little by little, she finds out.
Gaijin is 76 pages long and hits 21,100 words. RG hooks you in from the first sentence and doesn’t let go. Her palette is swift, poetic, and violent. Strangers to Japan see this alien world through eyes marked with confusion, fear, fascination, and lust. Personally, I am repelled, fascinated, and adoring of Japanese culture. I feel RG intuitively allows the readers to express those very same emotions through Jennifer.
A stranger in a strange land who shuffles into a world within a world, proving centuries-old mythology isn’t dead—it’s only adapted.
The erotica deliberately cuts in certain passages, swathes us in others. Shindo’s motivations, sparse as they may be, fascinate me. Pebbles of information lead us toward his past, giving the reader bits to ruminate over but not enough for conclusion. Jennifer’s docility and defiance undulate like the shadows on a wall. They are as difficult to predict as Shindo’s moods.
The ending can be controversial depending on what Gaijin invokes with you. I won’t say which way I fell but I will say that I wasn’t ready for the story to be over. I really, really wasn’t. It goes without saying that I look forward to RG’s next work. If you buy this ebook I’m sure you’ll be waiting right alongside me.