fruit Hong Kong

Last time like 3 years ago I read the Chinese translation and this time I just thought, why don't I try to read the English translation? I'm glad that I did make a change. I prefer the Eng one.

Anyway, the mood during the course of reading is basically the same. First you felt dizzy, then you're wrapped up in a kind of profound lost, at the end you see the light spill in the real life through a crazk, and you're as powerful as the toughest fifteen year old. This book is neither a fantasy nor a labyrinth; it is as if a dose of drugs to intensify your sensations. It is very much painful but you know you need it.

A character in the book says, if you can't put it into words then better not even try. So I better stop here. But before that, I'd like to type you a paragraph here, it is not the main theme but it grasps the main feelings,

They walked through the pines, up over a breakwater, and down to the beach. The Inland Sea was calm. They sat down side by side on the sand, not speaking for a long time, watching the waves rise up like sheets being fluffed into the air and then, with a faint sound, break apart. Several small islands were visible offshore. Neither of them had been to the sea very often in their lives, and they feasted their eyes on the scene.

"Mr. Hoshino?" Nakata said, breaking the silence.

"What is it?"

"The sea is a really nice thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. Makes you feel calm."

"Why is that?"

"Probably 'cause it's so big, with nothing on it," Hoshino said, pointing. "You wouldn't feel so calm if there was a 7-Eleven over there, or a Seiyu department store, would you? Or a pachinko place over there, or a yoshikawa pawn-shop? but as far as the eye can see there's nothing - which is pretty darn nice."

This is one of the most honest and cruel account on oneself. As if the writer later commit suicide for the cause of building up an imperial army, it is a self-autopsy. Very bloody.

So, through the narration we read his mind and heart. We see how a kid, a young man desperately to think and act normal because he is labled abnormal if he let his heart goes. Then, as a homo he adorns a girl, I mean, he just adorns her, even purer than wether's affection. The episode particularly impresses me as I always suspect this kind of unconsumate love is pretty much close to Platon's idealistic presumption. I suggested it is unrealistic, and this Japanese writer let me know it is somehow there.
Think I should fall in love with a homo~