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The Tale of Genji

Written by Murasaki Shikibu, this novel is considered a foundational work of Japanese literature, offering a detailed look into the lives of the Heian court elite during the 11th century. more

Author

Murasaki Shikibu
Murasaki Shikibu

The author of 'The Tale of Genji,' a renowned female novelist from the Heian period of Japan, born around 973 AD. more

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