#Asian literature

[moth-into-flames]

snoopy and charlie read asian lit

[elysiumaze]

Mieko Kawakami in, Heaven.

[benitariums]

a story, li-young lee

[samireads]

Japanese books with cats on the cover 🐈

[azulcotton-blog]

[arkipelagic]

Some books in my to-read list:

Perspectives on Philippine Languages: Five Centuries of European Scholarship by Marlies S. Salazar

Transforming Nikkeijin Identity and Citizenship: Untold Life Histories of Japanese Migrants and Their Descendants in the Philippines, 1903–2013 by Shun Ohno

My Sad Republic by Eric Gamalinda

Manobo Dreams in Arakan: A People’s Struggle to Keep Their Homeland by Karl M. Gaspar

[have-you-read-this-short-fiction]

*Originally published in Chinese with the title "Kuángrén Rìjì"; sometimes translated as "A Madman's Diary"

[lorddougie]

“it’s funny. no matter where you go, or how many books you read, you still know nothing, you haven’t seen anything. and that’s life. we live our lives trying to find our way. it’s like that santōka taneda poem, the one that goes, ‘on and on, in and in, and still the blue-green mountains’.”

- satoshi yagisawa, days at the morisaki bookstore

[book-repository-for-ducks]

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."

— Haruki Murkami, Kafka on the Shore

[tagithi]

heaven by mieko kawakami

[minutiaewriter]

A favorite section of my bookshelf

[ireneinreverie]

"You’re so kind. It makes sense. Because we’re always in pain, we know exactly what it means to hurt somebody else." —Heaven, Mieko Kawakami

[benitariums]

to the guanacos at the syracuse zoo, chen chen (from “when i grow up, i want to be a list of further possibilities”)

[bethe-hotshit]

trying out something new!

[bones-ivy-breath]

Cypress Skiff from The Shambhala Anthology of Chinese Poetry, tr. J.P. Seaton

[kaumudi]

Chandrabati Devi as Chandramukhi and PC Barua playing the titular role in Devdas (1935).

...Barua had taken over, deepened and enriched the Devdas myth; he had lived and died as only Saratchandra and his readers could have imagined. 'Perhaps the whole purpose of your advent in the world of cinema', the novelist himself had said, was 'to give life to my brainchild Devdas.'