Horses, Horses, in the End the Light Remains Pure

Hideo Furukawa's “Horses, Horses, in the End the Light Remains Pure” is the second book I read this month to remember 3/11. It's a difficult but very compelling mix of journal entry and novel, with interesting insights into the history of horses, which of course somewhat parallels that of humans - in the sense of horses being slaughtered at the whim of governmental powers, and the Fukushima nuclear power plant serving almost exclusively Tokyo (which was relatively unaffected by the disaster).

Not an easy read (it's too weird and infuriating for that), but very powerful.