Fine book - but very strange, very japanese, austere to the point of the vanishing point... a series of strange love affairs are reduced to identifications with three-hundred year tea bowls fired in the kilns of 9th cen. tea masters. The underlying idea is quite fascinating, however. The tea-ceremony (Seidensticker explains) allows the drinker to sit briefly at the intersection of time and eternity, as he contemplates -- while he sips his tea, in his quiet rustic cottage -- the permanence of the cup and utensils as against the impermanence of their present (and transient) owners -- and thereby attains something of the imperturbability of the Stoic sage.
Not as 'fun' as Snow Country -- so only a "4" on the pleasure scale -- but pleasure is not everything in literature.