“Black Passenger, Yellow Cabs” provides a gritty, explicit rendering of a life ravaged by sexual addiction in a land little known for such wanton exploits. Born in the Caribbean, Stefhen F.D. Bryan describes in frank detail an abusive childhood from which he emerged with an obsessive lust that would plague him for nearly 40 years.
Bryan immigrated to Japan solely to indulge his extreme fixation on East and Southeast Asian women. But rather than merely penning a series of sexual conquests, he interweaves his story with extensive research on the sociology and psychology of women in modern-day Japan, exploring the societal norms that made them easy prey to the sexual deviance he could not control.
The memoir describes Bryan’s carnal adventures through a cultural lens that touches on interracial relationships, promiscuity, patriarchy and abortion. Included is sex research that one reviewer asserts “would make Kinsey proud.”
From the dirty streets of a Jamaica that tourists never see to a pastoral Japan, Bryan takes the reader on an eye-opening journey of discovery.
Professional Reviews
Edgework and auto/ethnography meet
This is an exploration of deviant cultures in an "exotic land" that teeters on the edge of academic reflexive ethnography, edgy sex research that would have made Kinsey proud. An Henry Miller-esque porn-memoir. This inquiry treads where most qualitative researchers fear to gaze."
An incredible journey, and a unforgettable story from start to finish
When you first begin reading you are thrusted into the mind of the author, feeling as if you were with him from the start of his travels. Details are provided exactly where you would expect them, and told with words designed to take the reader to the event, and the imagination to a place of wonder.
STEFHEN BRYAN'S WORLD IS ELECTRIC AND REAL, SCENE BY SCENE, LINE BY LINE
The core of this book is the author's ruthless honesty. Given popular taste, Stefhen has to sell it from a voyeuristic angle, but that may make someone undervalue the quality of the work. These are the stories not just of lust but of love. Because he is so honest, the humanity of the characters comes through scene by scene, line by line.
This book has been eight years in the making. It is mostly a jumble of thoughts written down in old spiral notebooks and hidden in the bottom drawer underneath various manuals for software packages and hardware long since turned obsolete.
