Men Who Love, by Yukio Mishima
"It is this order that gives meaning to the act of the youth who commits suicide merely because he has been discarded by a woman."
Men Who Love
Yukio Mishima
A good example is Radiguet’s1 The Devil in the Flesh, but that work, which is often thought to have depicted the psychology of love in ages of disorder, in fact inserts the eternal and unchanging French stereotype of “men who love” into disorder and, through this admirable paradox, demands a brilliant order. Is the failure of true literature depicting contemporaries to appear in postwar Japan not also because such reflection on stereotypes and, by extension, demands for order are lacking?