Saturday, August 24, 2024

Book Review: Days at the Morisaki Bookshop by Satoshi Yagisawa

Days at the Morisaki Bookshop Days at the Morisaki Bookshop by Satoshi Yagisawa

The greatest risk in loving someone is that it always comes with the possibility of heartbreak. And heartbreak, hurts. Heartbreak is a passage that leads to one’s metamorphosis, and a person is changed forever. Days At the Morisaki Bookshop by Satoshi Yagisawa is a beautiful story of heartbreak, love, loss, and change. Looked from another perspective, it is also about the cathartic power of books. When I read this book, it stirred within me, a colorful palette of feelings and emotions.

The first feeling I had when I read the book can be described with the word “vellichor.” Vellichor is an invented word that means “the strange wistfulness of secondhand bookstores.” In this novel, the protagonist named Takako is invited by her uncle to his secondhand bookshop in the Tokyo town of Jimbocho. He invited her on the accord that she was dumped by her boyfriend and colleague, and so she had to resign from her job to not get hurt each time she saw him. He had, one day, suddenly told her that he was going to marry someone else. She was obviously shattered. Her life came to a standstill where she didn’t know “what next?”




Her uncle Satoru’s secondhand bookshop was called “Morisaki bookshop.” Although the name of this bookshop is fictional, the setting depicted in the story has been derived from real-life town called Jimbocho. In real life, Jimbocho is referred to as the “Japanese book town.” In the story, the setting takes readers through a street sprawling with cosy cafes and antiquarian bookstores that are slinging with Japanese authors’ books.

When Takako accepted her uncle’s invitation, and stepped inside Morisaki Bookshop, the first thing she noticed was the musty smell of books whiffing from the bookshelves and cabinets inside the shop. Takako set up her luggage on the second floor of the bookshop and was disinterested in everything. She spent her day sleeping all day and night, until one day when her uncle took her to a nearby café.

Soon enough, she started becoming familiar with the neighbourhood. She started reading books, and felt her bliss returning. At this point, the book gave me the feeling of “cosiness,” that made me want to curl up in my bed and read further. The story is set in the season of autumn, and coincidentally, I read it in autumn myself. So, the descriptions of autumn leaves, soothing afternoon sunlight, and cool evenings felt invigorating to flip through.

Just the moment Takako began to heal from her grief, she found herself receiving a message from her old boyfriend. She burst into tears and realized that her pain had never healed. It just got buried under the layers of new experiences. All the anger, hurt, and fear was fluttering in the background. Seeing her somber, her uncle came upon an instant idea. He took her to the man who dumped her, and almost commanded her to express her feelings and tell him what she needed to tell. Reluctant at first, Takako’s voice cracked up and erupted into a torrent of emotional sentences, one after the other.

Afterward, she felt lighter, released, and free, which is another lesson from the book. That, if you want to heal your hurts, just communicate your feelings and speak directly, not bury or numb your feelings with distractions. In the following scenes, Takako fell in love with reading books. She often visited her favourite café with a book tucked under her arm, and she read these books sitting inside the café, sipping hot coffee while cool autumn air brewed outside. In the days following, she left the bookshop fully healed, and joined a new job.

The chapters that follow relate the account of uncle Satoru’s wife Momoko. Momoko had left him abruptly five years earlier. And a few months after Takako joined her job, Momoko returned to Satoru as abruptly as she had eloped. She invited Takako for a girls’ trip in a nearby hill station. Takako wanted to know more about her, and so she said yes. On the trip, they visited a shrine, and had an emotionally cathartic experience.

This part of the book paints picturesque descriptions with words. For instance, the description of the mountaintop, the sacred shrine, travellers, and the boardroom inn are beautiful, and almost spiritual. I felt transported into a spiritual retreat myself reading about the snow outside the inn, the long-stretched and challenging mountain trail to the shrine, and Takako roaming with the innkeeper girl in the midnight, watching sparkling stars.

The story concludes with Momoko and Satoru’s heartwarming reunion. Meanwhile, Takako also falls in love with a man named Wadi, who she met while visiting the café near the Morisaki bookshop. Once Takako forgot her book on the café’s table, and when she returned after a few days, Wadi had kept her book to return. They also often had long discussions about books they were reading and that they liked. This also illustrates how books and the love of reading can make people bond with each other. For this reason, the book is a treat for all the bibliophiles.

There are some other lessons I learned from the book. For example:
1. Always seek happiness and never remain sad.
2. Confess and speak your heart honestly – don’t worry about what people will think.
3. Don’t judge people, because they might be carrying their own hurts and they might be trying to help you.
4. When you stop chasing love, you get love.
5. (The act of seeing something) To see something is to get possessed by it.
6. Human beings are full of contradictions.
7. Books are magic!

It is also a sweet reminder to look inwards and be honest about what you really feel and think. When I finished the book, it gave me the feeling that it was a cushiony pillow or a palette of soft pastels or a tender, succulent piece of life - breathing, dreaming, loving – with all its heart.

A luminous story!

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

DITHYRAMBIC meaning


Wildly enthusiastic, passionate, frenzied, ecstatic.

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Friday, August 16, 2024

Book Review: Verity by Colleen Hoover

Verity Verity by Colleen Hoover

Within the 336 pages of Colleen Hoover’s Verity, she conjures a world brimming with tantalizing romance and gripping descriptions. The novel drips with moments of suspense that are sprinkled skilfully throughout the content of the book. Chapter endings are exceptionally brilliant so much so that it leaves readers hanging on the edge of a cliff, salivating, hungry for more. Finishing the novel left me even more curious to catch a glimpse into the writer’s mind who has penned this clever text.

In a captivating storyscape, the book paints a picture consisting of two writers – one famous and one struggling. The struggling writer, who is also running out of money, is hit by an abrupt twist during a publishers’ meeting as she is asked to write some books for the writer who is famous. She is told that the other writer, the famous one, has slumped into coma and cannot continue her book series anymore.


 

Carrying from there, the story rolls and snakes and lurches forward into a tailspin of complex emotions like fear, terror, curiosity, romance, and sympathy. Although the writing of these books is not detailed in the story, the things that the writer discovers during the writing of these books, leaves her shocked, almost to the point of terror.

Apart from moments of suspense, elements of horror are punctuated throughout the book that initially made me wonder whether the book was just suspense or suspense-plus-horror. These elements only add a sinister touch and a wispy daze to the overall feel of the story, which is interesting.

The world Hoover’s mind has spun inside this book flutters with frissons of descriptions that range from basic to utmost eerie. Plus, the technique of story-within-story has been employed in many places, which makes the overall read more immersive.

The immersiveness of the story is further fuelled by romantic elements studded into it. As the struggling writer resides in the famous writers’ house to pore through her book-related notes, she eventually falls in love with her husband, who falls in love with her too, and together they stumble upon an unsettling reality.

The ending wraps up on a mysterious note about the characters: who they were, and what were they trying to do. It will make you think long and intense about what might have happened to these characters, as if they were alive and real humans, even though they are not. Through this novel, Hoover has cast an intelligent spell on the mind of the reader, something that makes us feel wanting to read more of it, to know more about where these characters came from in her mind, how she created them, and what happened to them long after the book ended.

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Wednesday, August 14, 2024

7 Lesser known words starting from "Z"

 


  1. Zinger: A witty remark, or something that is lively, impressive, interesting, or amusing.
  2. Zizzebots: The marks on the bridge of one's nose, visible when one's glasses are removed.
  3. Zingaro: A gypsy or a wandering person.
  4. Zwieback: Crisp, sweet & toasted biscuit.
  5. Zoetic: Life, living, vital, alive.
  6. Zingiber: Ginger.
  7. Zenzizenzizenzic: The eighth power of a number. Ex: 2⁸.
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Saturday, August 3, 2024

Book Review: A Writer's Diary by Virginia Woolf

A Writer's Diary A Writer's Diary by Virginia Woolf

As I sifted through the paraphernalia of Virginia Woolf’s diary, I caught a glimpse into the mind and life of a writer. I peered into the vast lair of her restless mind and collected bits and bobs to accommodate in my own writing process.

Some days, her diary bubbles with enthusiasm while other days she is feeling dark, depressed, and melancholic, often resting in her bed for days and days, reading a book and enjoying her favourite coffee, cigarettes, and biscuits with her husband Leonard.

“If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy,”
she wrote in her diary. She also wrote about her nature walks, tea times, excursions on London city streets, her observations of people around her, and newspaper reviews of her books. She liked to read a lot.



Woolf started writing diary in her young thirties and wrote till 1941. Her last diary entry dates to four days before she died of suicide. Her posthumous book “Writer’s Diary” chronicles her diary entries spanning from 1915 to 1941, although many details from her original notebooks have been edited and erased as they’re too personal.

According to her diary, she doesn’t consider “writing diary” as “actual writing,” but she says it surely is an allowance for days when you can’t really sit down to write. And if you let your mind “gallop” and “swing” on the notebook’s page, you may as well end up discovering some “diamonds in the dustheap” of your subconscious mind.

Her writing was based on the inner joy she derived from the writing process. The early diary entries in the book illustrate that she found writing to be “hard work,” but despite that she felt it was pleasant, something she believed was the secret to getting the most out of one’s brain.
“At forty I am beginning to learn the mechanism of my own brain—how to get the greatest amount of pleasure and work out of it. The secret is I think always so to contrive that work is pleasant.”
Although her diary depicts that she was highly affected by both positive and negative reviews, she innately believed that she would never write to please anyone.
“I shall never write to ‘please,’ to convert; now am entirely and for ever my own mistress.”
“I am an outsider. I can take my way: experiment with my imagination in my own way. The pack may howl, but it shall never catch me. And even if the pack—reviewers, friends, enemies—pays me no attention or sneers, still I'm free.”

She also mentions sometimes reading her diary with a slightly “guilty intensity” as one often reads one’s own diary. But she says that the habit of writing diary is a good practice. “It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles. Going at such a pace as I do, I must make the most direct and instant shots at my object, and thus have to lay hands on words, choose them and shoot them with no more pause than is needed to put my pen in the ink.”

Although the detailed process of how she actually wrote was not recorded in her diary, but sometimes she wrote according to a daily word count, while other times, she just decided to finish a piece such as a poem or a magazine article. She also didn’t seem to record her story ideas in her diary, or if she did, they have been edited out. She often took feedback of her drafts from her husband who regularly read her writings.

Overall, I found the “Writer’s Diary” by Virginia Woolf to be an interesting read. Even though I don’t yet completely know about how exactly she got her story ideas and how she actually wrote her books, but I certainly learned the way to write my own diary, in a way that reflects my writing-related processes, my thoughts after reading a book, and tidbits expressing my thoughts and daily experiences.

“I can write and write and write now; the happiest feeling in the world!”
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