by axxxm
22/April/2023 in Tokyo
Recently reading two books by Kayoko Yamasaki
A Japanese poet, writer & professor at the University of Belgrade
She's lived in Serbia for more than 30 years
First book
A diary-like book
I couldn't continue reading
Reading someone's diary is tough
unless we know this person in real
or we have a specific interest in the content
In a diary,
random people.........family, friends, acquaintances.........appear suddenly & disappear suddenly
Thus, confusing
In a diary,
no storyline, no plot, no endings
Thus, difficult to have a motivation for keep reading
Basically we don't have any time & energy to listen to a stranger's personal life
Basically we don't have any interest in other's story
Basically nobody is interested in our story
unless there is an actual benefit
Early this year, I was reading a diary written by a Japanese female uni student in 60s in Kyoto
I first read it in my university period
I didn't know her in person
I didn't have any interest in the content either
The reason why I could keep reading was
probably because I'd already known the diary ended 2 days before she committed suicide
Thus, her diary seemed to have "an ending"
Thus, reading her diary felt like "looking for a reason of her suicide"
The same goes to reading Mishima's novels
Everybody is very aware in advance that he committed very unusual dramatic suicide
After 25th Nov 1970, when Mishima committed suicide, we no longer could read his books like before
We can't stop seeking reasons for his suicide while reading any of his books
For me personally, if the diary author is still alive, it is the most difficult diary to read
It seems "her/his story" has not finished yet,
and indeed it has not, luckily
Always amazed how hard to love someone who is still alive
A living existence is too warm, too unexpecting & too opinionated,
while the dead is so quiet, so stable & so accepting
They accept any kind of our fantasy, romanticism & sentimentalism, and never go against
Second book
Also a diary-like book
I could read it till the end
Thinking about "our relationship" between me & this book brings a strange feeling
I first met this book in January 2022
This first meeting was unforgettable
First several sentences of the book felt like a voice of Yoshiko Sai, a mystical Japanese singer in 70s
I was "reading" but it felt like "listening"
The author's Japanese sentences had somewhat very similar touch to Yoshiko Sai's voice
But this unusual excitement vanished pretty soon
The book was still a diary, about author's life in Serbia & some Balkan countries, as well as about her life under the NATO bombing in 1999
I had no interest in it
Or I should say, I found it hard to make a connection between me and what the book talked about
15 months passed & I met the book again
Things changed & I got very into the book
2 reasons
1 ― I was in Serbia & other Balkan countries & met many people living there
Now I can have clear pictures on what the book writes about
2 ― Over the past 14 months, countless stories from Ukraine are constantly heard
The book is about normal people's life under the NATO bombing on Serbia in 1999
Reading this in 2023, it's impossible not to overlap with ongoing things now
Over the past 15 months
You stayed on my bookshelf
Standstill
But I changed. The world changed
Drastically
Now I can understand what you are really talking about