I wonder if you noticed when I didn’t post July? I wonder if you thought I had forgotten or had just tired of this whole game? Whatever you did or did not think, I can clarify the state of events here and now.
In July I wanted a bit of a break. I was on my university mid-year break and felt I had the luxury of knocking out a big point on my reading challenge list.
1Q84 by Haruki Murukami
I had been in possession of 1Q84 by Haruki Murukami for almost a year now. Whilst it is physically one book, it was originally written and published as three. It is only due to translation, size and other such minor factors that the publishers went with releasing it, at least in English, in one lump rather than three manageable components.
I initially dove head first into the deep seas of literature keeping wholly and solely to the fantasy aspect. Escapism. The lands of possibility were endless. Yet I kept to a very main-stream ideal of fantasy that we are accustomed to in Western soviety. It wasn’t until I read 1Q84 that I became aware of just how limiting and unoriginal Western fantasy typically seemed to be. It followed typical paths, generated in a patriarchal society, pursuing or questing for an item, an ideal, a purpose.
1Q84 was like having an ice cold flannel dropped onto your face as you slept. It was that refreshing. Fate intervened and changed the world surrounding our two protagonists. They existed in a modern world, both with strongly different life experiences from Westerners. Both with noticeably different ways of responding to the world than that of Westerners. Fantasy came upon them, and they accepted it. Modern life demanded normality and attention and they kept their cool. Their innate belief in what was right, meant to be, best for them. These soul-strengthening ideals were what held the characters together. How they were driven.
I responded strongly to this text because that is how I live. I have my innate feelings of good, right, ment-to-be. I let these, rather than my daily life events and interruptions decided how I will behave at each interval. When you step onto that lower subway passage of trusting the invisible, unseeable, unforeseeable you lose desire to pay attention to the foot traffic on the street above. You just don’t care so much about who, what, why things happen in the everyday.
It just is.
It took me a month and a half to finish the book, hence I felt irresponsible to post 1Q84 for July alone.
Following the completion of that book, I read three more. And here is why.
A book that takes place in a school.
Assessment and Reporting by Laurie Brady and Kenny Kennedy
A book with a colour in the title.
Red Dragon by Thomas Harding
I am JUST. THAT. OBSESSED. with Hannibal Lecter.
A book that was made into a movie.
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
The hype has sufficiently died down for me now and I like reading perspectives on the Jewish peoples from World War II.