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Reminiscent of Hitchcock in plot and style, and Poe( The Gold-Bug), in its detail, this novella from 1918 is a highly enjoyable indulgence.
Takahashi, an author who has been working through the night to meet a deadline when he receives a call from his wealthy, self-indulgent friend, Sonomura, who he knows suffers from mental illness. What he tells him certainly sounds bizarre, though Sonomura is only willing to reveal so much over the telephone. Sonomura claims that "A murder is going to be committed", later that day, and that he wants to go watch. The claim is wild enough both for Takahashi to not only consider his friend¡¯s state of mind, but also to intrigue him sufficiently to agree to meet up.
This is a tale of voyeurism, madness and fantasy; a question of what is real and what is not. Unsurprisingly, it is an exceptionally cinematic novel, full of deception, and the games the mind can play. In terms though of explanations, there is absolute clarity, and the disturbing nature of this is the real appeal of the work.