As I have been writing recently, I feel that my taste is getting stubborn. I can't understand new things even though I touch them. Trendy things have reasons to be trendy. I remember that I had been looked strange when I had read Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood" passionately, but it tells us that "Norwegian Wood" had the exact reason for gripping young people's hearts (so it never say that just I was weird). The same thing can be said as the reason. But I also have to admit that I can't say what books are bestsellers or are trendy. Ah, I am now just an old dude, although I heard that "Men Without Women" became a bestseller again because of Ryusuke Hamaguchi's movie.
Today was a day off. I went to Aeon and read Takashi Akutsu's "The Journal Of Reading" on and on with the music of my young days as Propellaheads, Bentley Rhythm Ace, and Fatboy Slim. It has 1000 pages and is so thick, that I can't finish reading easily. As an interval, I read Susumu Sogo's "Can't Live Without Movies 2013-2015" which also has 600 pages. Both of them don't bring me any money or step up my career, but they say that they are needed by me. The inner voice of me says so that I read them. Through lunchtime, I kept on reading it and finished it at 4 pm (that's wild, isn't it?).
I have read "The Journal Of Reading" the second time. This book is just like an explosion. The things that the author had got by reading books, the things he wants to write from his everyday life, and the things that boil inside him are flooding to the surface. That's the impression I have. This author must be very smart, but he also has a childlike mind beyond his intelligence which let him try to play with the books, the music, and the movies he enjoys. It can mean that he is a snob. But I'm also a snob. I want to read his novels or essays if possible, and I will read the next journal of him I already have.
I went to the library and borrowed W.G.Sebald "Austerlitz" under the influence of Akutsu. I also borrowed Haruki Murakami's "Distant Drums" and Paul Auster's ”The Book Of Illusions”. I have not read Paul Auster's book even if I had read his works when I was young, but I want to read them again so decided to borrow this book I have never read. Am I me so my taste gets stubborn? No. This might sound cool but it represents that I have a mean mind so don't waste time and energy. I can't spend my life dynamically with Thomas Pynchon's "The Gravity Of Rainbow" or Haruki Murakami's "1Q84" (although I had read "1Q84" once).