I may have to check out The Tale of Murasaki. It could be a complete disaster, but the author’s website indicates that she’s at least done her homework and that she does have at least a modicum of the aesthetic sensitivity required to even begin thinking of writing such a book.
I briefly considered writing something similar about ten years ago, but I quickly realized that I fell significantly short in the aesthetics department. Sure, I enjoy a beautiful sunset over a mountain lake as much as the next person, but it’s just not going to send me into tearful raptures without some significant chemical alteration of the brain chemistry.