I'll start with my one and only complaint about this book. My complaint is that the entire time I was reading the story, I thought that it was true. I thought, because of the title and the tone of the book and the Translator's Note, which is narrated by a (I assume) fictional author/historian, that a geisha named Nitta Sayuri had dictated the story of her life to the author, who had simply massaged her memories into a plot arc. (Ew, was that phrasing creepy? Massaged ?) Only when I read the Acknowledgments, at the end of the book, did I realize that Sayuri is a made-up character with a made-up life story. The actual author, Arthur Golden, did extensively interview an actual geisha, Mineko Iwasaki, in order to write the book, and I realize now that the cover professes itself "a novel by Arthur Golden," so I can't be too mad at him. But I did feel betrayed when, after 428 pages of rooting for the captivating, resourceful, ...