I can already tell Martin Scorsese is the wrong director to turn this into a film; Mark Romanek should do it instead.

The first image we get of “a Japanese” is the drunkard Kichijiro, an interesting first encounter and not at all sympathetic. So far all we know is how cruel the Japanese have been to Christians.

The book is written like letters/diary entries and it makes everything feel immediate.

Haunting.