Brett Nee
Biographic Data
| ID | 5242689 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Brett Nee |
| GIVEN NAMES | Brett |
| FAMILY NAME | Nee |
| SIGNATURE | NEE B |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 3 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 4 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 3 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1972 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1975 |
| H-INDEX | 1 |
Nobuko; Translator's note
Nobuko woke up to a clear, steady tapping sound, as if a small hammer were striking against something metal. There was a richness to the sound created by the fine movements of someone's hands which only intensified the stillness of the morning. From the ring of the echo, Nobuko could tell the day outside was clear. Now, waking after her first night here, the awareness of having come home bore down on Nobuko sharply. She felt lonely. What was Tsuk…
Sanya: Japan's internal colony
You have to get up early to know Tokyo. Take Baba as a case in point. By day, it is an ordinary, slightly run-down park beside the tracks of the city's central commuting loop, halfway between Shinjuku and Ikebukuro stations. Go at dawn and a thousand men populate the park—young men in shirts and sneakers, carpenters in their belling, knicker-like pants, the muscular dokata, construction workers, duffle bags thrown over their shoulders and heavy b…
Longtime Californ
We were talking with the men on Portsmouth Square in Chinatown. It was in June, the beginning of the summer, and the square was sunny and crowded, it never seemed as crowded after that. At first we just stood around and looked. There were different kinds of men. Some always stood apart from the groups. There were the very tall men who leaned against the railing of the park, their deep-brimmed hats pushed back on their heads, they were restless, t…
Longtime Californ
We were talking with the men on Portsmouth Square in Chinatown. It was in June, the beginning of the summer, and the square was sunny and crowded, it never seemed as crowded after that. At first we just stood around and looked. There were different kinds of men. Some always stood apart from the groups. There were the very tall men who leaned against the railing of the park, their deep-brimmed hats pushed back on their heads, they were restless, t…
Longtime Californ
We were talking with the men on Portsmouth Square in Chinatown. It was in June, the beginning of the summer, and the square was sunny and crowded, it never seemed as crowded after that. At first we just stood around and looked. There were different kinds of men. Some always stood apart from the groups. There were the very tall men who leaned against the railing of the park, their deep-brimmed hats pushed back on their heads, they were restless, t…
Sanya: Japan's internal colony
You have to get up early to know Tokyo. Take Baba as a case in point. By day, it is an ordinary, slightly run-down park beside the tracks of the city's central commuting loop, halfway between Shinjuku and Ikebukuro stations. Go at dawn and a thousand men populate the park—young men in shirts and sneakers, carpenters in their belling, knicker-like pants, the muscular dokata, construction workers, duffle bags thrown over their shoulders and heavy b…
Nobuko; Translator's note
Nobuko woke up to a clear, steady tapping sound, as if a small hammer were striking against something metal. There was a richness to the sound created by the fine movements of someone's hands which only intensified the stillness of the morning. From the ring of the echo, Nobuko could tell the day outside was clear. Now, waking after her first night here, the awareness of having come home bore down on Nobuko sharply. She felt lonely. What was Tsuk…
Art (2 works) · Engineering (2 works) · Geography (2 works) · History (2 works) · History (2 works) · Japanese History and Culture (2 works) · Visual arts (2 works) · Acoustics (1 works) · Advertising (1 works) · Archaeology (1 works)