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Intriguing, dark, claustrophobic, Triangle feels a lot like a bad dream while you're reading it. As the loser Otsuki stumbles his way through what may or may not be a plot designed to reel him in, his noir-ish Tokyo becomes more and more surrealistic. None of the people involved are who they seem to be, no do any of them have his best interests in mind; but then again, he doesn't really have his own best interests in mind either. He's drawn in by a mysterious job offer, then is obsessed with a young girl (who might not be young after all), goes back to the scene of the crime over and over even though he knows he should flee, and is finally in so deep there's no point in turning back. I couldn't say this is a pleasant book, but if unpleasantness doesn't turn you off and the above sounds intriguing, this could be one for you. Something like Dennis Cooper meets Ballard and Kobo Abe, perhaps. It might rate more than three stars but while I was entertained by the book I felt like something was missing. I might simply be that I wanted Otsuki to own his fate more strongly instead of being the passive object that he is? Not sure.