I didn't enjoy this at all; it's way too dense and metaphysical. The main subject matter, the correlation between body (bu) and language/words (bun), could have been enthralling, but most of the time, I had no clue what he wanted to express. When reading "Confessions of a Mask," I enjoyed his complicated and twisted mind, but here it's just unstructured and uneasy. Sometimes I wasn't sure if I was losing my mind because I couldn’t understand what he wanted to say, or if Mishima just lost it. Also: his main struggle in this book seemed to be finding the return key on his typewriter.