Sorry to hear of moving troubles, those can be the worst kind of all -- best to Rush and family and friends.

I loved The Pillow Book when I saw it ten+ years ago (it seems like it must have been that long ago at least) -- I suddenly realized that I cannot recall the occasion, but the film remains vivid. I only saw Prospero's Books for the first time a few months ago, but I can well imagine that they form a strong pair and progression. The ending of the later made of the two is so perfectly apt and yet so horrific that it seemed to simultaneously ruin what went before but also fulfill it, so that everything wonderful about the film was really only possible because of how it ended, but now having written that I'm thinking I'm forgetting or misremembering too much and simply must watch it again, watch both of them again.