The 20-year-old narrator Kenji, who shows foreign male sex tourists around Tokyo, has a seriously superhuman sense of self-preservation. I really enjoyed this book. The title completely sold me, for one thing, and then there's a blurb on the back cover from one of the former members of Cibo Matto! Oh, the late 90s. Anyway, though there was a lot of sex, gore, and violence (and this is the selling point of the novel, judging from the cover), but these sexploitative things are actually secondary to the social commentary on the loneliness of people in these highly developed countries - Japanese society, American society, on how the Japanese view foreigners and vice-versa. Seriously compelling stuff. I took off a star because I found the ending generally unsatisfying and the creepy American tourist too cartoonish at times in his perversity.