So I read (well, read and listened to, it was a hodgepodge) The Honjin Murders by Seishi Yokomizo, and y'all. Detective Kosuke Kindaichi is a tumblr blorbo just waiting to happen. He doesn't appear until halfway through his own book. And the literal moment he does he completely changes the tone. We start in the 1940s version of a gritty true crime podcast, and then in walks our man and we are suddenly in an episode of Columbo if Columbo was also a twink. He's just a silly little guy. He's a shabby slob. He is god's favorite little boy. I can only aspire to find someone who loves me as much as the author obviously loves him. He got bored at school and sailed to another country where he got hooked on drugs. Then he solved a famous murder and got offered a full ride scholarship to university (which he accepted because he was getting bored of drugs) by some random businessman who liked the cut of his jib and decided to make him an honorary nephew. ALL OF THIS IS JUST DROPPED IN BACKSTORY LIKE "OH BY THE WAY" IT'S NOT EVEN PART OF THIS INVESTIGATION. Despite that saga of a backstory he is only twenty-five. He is so excited to solve this (truly bizarre, literally how, I refuse to believe anyone besides the author actually solved how the murder was done in its entirety) case that he is stuttering. He is the babygirl of the entire police squad who start stuttering back at him, lovestruck, and his response is to go "are you making fun of me? 🥺😘" Anyway. I'm on hold at my library for the next book (third book? numbering gets wonky with translations done out of order), during which I have been told he has even more intense sugar baby vibes with an old buddy who is now a yakuza boss, and honestly I believe it.

















