THE ROPE ARTIST

A deep, deeply disturbing dive into Japan’s bondage subculture.

Before he was beaten to death with an elegant sculpture, Kazunari Yoshikawa was noted as a master of kinbaku—rope artistry, as distinct from rope torture. He made the women he bound at a club and privately feel achingly desired and desirous. Even Maiko Kirita, the escort-turned-hostess who spent two weeks as Yoshikawa’s captive, tells police detective Mikiya Togashi how powerful her lover’s hold over her was because he always believed “the ropes were in charge.” But nothing else about the case seems straightforward. The absence of official records on Yoshikawa indicates that he lived and died under a false name. Ami Ito, the lover who lived with Yoshikawa until she was found hanged six months ago, seems to be doubled with Mari Yamamoto, another sex worker. Even Togashi himself is replaced as detective and narrator by his more forthright colleague Yuichi Hayama, whose account is supplemented by the reminiscences of Yutaka Yamada, who as the mysterious Y served as Yoshikawa’s tutor in kinbaku. Detailed step-by-step descriptions of sexual bondage are only the most literal sign of the tangled relationships that bind the characters together. And just when you’re convinced that Nakamura, who in an afterword describes his goal as conveying the “sense of a dim light through a veil of fog,” has moved decisively from the logistics of kinbaku to its spirituality and metaphysics, he produces a stunning climactic surprise that will make you think of this particular case, and erotic bondage generally, in a whole new way.

Spellbinding.