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Diet, plastic surgery… A message to the obsessed society obsessed with appearance
Minato Kanae's Cold Psychological Mystery

Minato Kanae, who showed her side as a healing novelist with "Women's Mountaineering Diary," has returned with her specialty, the mystery novel "Fragments."
“I want to straighten my nose, I want to be slimmer, I think my face should be smaller...” This is a cold psychological mystery that takes place in the ‘Tachibana Beauty Clinic’, where people with various complexes or traumas about their appearance gather, and directly delves into the issues of human self-consciousness and happiness surrounding appearance.
Author Minato Kanae's message is clear.
“Will I be happy if I become more beautiful?” From the day of its publication in Japan, 『Fragments』 ranked first on Amazon’s bestseller chart, leaving a strong impression on all readers living in an appearance-obsessed society.

“Sarah has a really pretty nose.”
My antennae perked up at those words.
The story that Sarah is beautiful is so familiar that it's almost tiresome, but something still feels off.
nose?

Until then, I thought Sarah's defining characteristic was her eyes, which were so large that it seemed like the universe was spread out inside them.
But when I actually saw her, she wasn't that different from me, and among the actors who appeared with her, there was someone with bigger eyes than Sarah, so I wondered why Sarah looked the prettiest.
The answer was a nose? The antenna was upright.
Sarah answers like this.
“Should I thank my mom?
“I was born by cesarean section.”
I didn't know what you were talking about.
The kids around me also looked confused, but one of them clapped his hands and started explaining to the others.
"The birth canal is incredibly narrow, isn't it? If you give birth naturally, it takes hours to pass through it, so your nose gets compressed."

Could that be possible? Looking at Sarah's profile again, her nose bridge was definitely straight, forming a beautiful curve.
I thought it was such a smooth line, as if it had never felt pressure or gravity, to the point where I wondered if it had ever blown its nose or slept on its stomach.
Everyone agreed with that explanation.
Some people agreed, saying they had heard such stories.
There was also talk that it might have an effect on the skull.
Sarah had her hair tied in a ponytail, so I could see her head, and upon hearing it, I noticed that the back of her head also had a pretty curve.
I remembered my mom telling me that when I was a baby, she used a donut-shaped pillow to keep the back of my head from hitting a cliff.
My head was a result of my mother's efforts, but I thought Sarah's head was a gift.
Of course, the nose too.
This is the point.

Compared to that, my nose is… … .
I've never had a complex about my nose before.
It's not a pig nose or a bulbous nose, and it's not too high or too low.
It's a normal nose.
Ordinary? Will that suffice? The world I live in isn't one where I can fight with an ordinary face.
You always felt like your eyes and lips had to be prettier than others, so why were you content with your nose being average? Don't you think it's strange?

After I became conscious and looked at my nose, I realized that it had been pressed once.
If Sarah's nose is a newly bought feather padding, my nose feels like it was worn for a season and then sent to the dry cleaners.
You find the metaphor amusing? I think it's a bit dismissive.
I'll forgive you since you're my senior.
Listen to me seriously.
--- pp.69-70

We all know the news that Kira Yu died surrounded by a ton of donuts.
Something like the suicide of a fat girl living in the countryside doesn't make national news, let alone local news, but rumors do spread.

There was even an absurd story about over a hundred donuts scattered around the body.
The number of donuts is the same as when he was at his peak weight.
But for some reason, some people say it's his mother's curse.
He died after taking a ton of sleeping pills, and the donut is a dying message, he's reporting his mom, etc.
Since there was no will, it's as if the donut served as a will.
It's weird, that kind of thing.
That's ridiculous.

I think he might have been worried about something unrelated to his mother.
I tried hard to make donuts, thinking that it would cheer me up.
I was so tired from kneading the dough, but I couldn't sleep, so I took too many sleeping pills.
And not even eating the donuts I made with so much effort.

--- pp.93-94