Curved Jewels

Tom Bradley doesn't write novels-he detonates diplomatic scandals in prose. Curved Jewels isa literary nerve agent disguised as fiction, smuggled out of the Imperial Palace and injectedstraight into your bloodstream.This isn't a story. It's a jailbreak. The Crown Princess of Japan-brilliant linguist, coerced consort,reluctant martyr-slips through the gilded cage of Hirohito's legacy with the help of two shadyAmerican expatriates. What follows is a hallucinogenic fugue of flesh trades, psychic sabotage,and bureaucratic blasphemy.Bradley's sentences don't behave. They twitch, they bleed, they chant. He drags you through alabyrinth of imperial rot and ecstatic rebellion, where the sacred and the profane share atoothbrush and the sublime wears a cockroach crown.Are you ready to have your mind bent, your soul audited, and your literary safe-word utterlyignored? This is the book they warned you about. This is the book that reads you.--Morgen Mofó, authoress of 'SCHMUCKSTÜCK KOORVAH' in Dragonsprach