I went to the junk shop because my washing machine broke and I was hoping to find a cheap replacement. The one they left aside and tested for me wasn't working. I went there for nothing. They also sell books but they're your usual shitty sentimental novels, so I was only superficially glancing at the covers. Then I found a basket with seemingly brand new books, and here's what I got for $9:
N.P, Banana Yoshimoto
Lizard, Banana Yoshimoto
A volume with the diaries of Sarashina, Murasaki Shikibu and Izumi Shikibu
Himatsubushi no Satsujin, Jirō Akagawa
South of the Border, West of the Sun, Haruki Murakami
After the Quake, Haruki Murakami
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, Haruki Murakami
Raffles Hotel, Ryū Murakami
69, Ryū Murakam
Hotel Iris. Yōko Ogawa
Pregnancy Diary, the Diving Pool, the Bees, Yōko Ogawa (boxed set)
Kanpeki na byōshitsu, Yōko Ogawa
A collection of short stories by Muramatsu Tomomi , Ryûji Morita, Hayashi Mariko, Makoto Shiina, and Fujino Chiya
The Voice, Seichō Matsumoto
Points and Lines, Seichō Matsumoto
Inspector Imanishi Investigates, Seichō Matsumoto
Last one is by a Chinese scifi writer but it looked promising with all the Nebula, Hugo, and World Fantasy Awards. I've never heard of the genre``silkpunk'' before.
The Paper Menagerie and other short stories, Ken Liu
Oh, and I forgot them at the bottom of the bag, there was also a book by Ryō Hara and another by Albert Londres (I know he's not Japanese)