As you read this, Our Man is either:
a) Getting rescued on the slopes of Mount Fuji after losing one of his mountain flip flops.
b) Being drowned in spray from his daughters' backstroke swimming demonstration.
c) Supping a white wine while reading one of his new books.
Here's hoping for option c) because Our Man picked up a couple of good un's the other day for his jolly holidays -
Alex Kerr's Dogs and Demons (all about how Japan has been sold down the river by the pols), Tokyo Underworld by Robert Whiting (all about Da Yakuza and such) and What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami (all about, er, like it says).
Book reports may follow, if he makes it back alive.