Current Read: Walk Through Walls

Walk Through Walls by Marina Abramović

It’s almost July, and I think this would be the best book of the year for me.

This could be finished in one setting, but I let life get in the way. However, there were times where I did it on purpose because it’s so engaging that I didn’t want this read to end so quickly.

As someone who has minimal to near zero understanding of the world of performance arts, I was skeptical at first. I assumed, that I wouldn’t be able to ‘get’ this book. But I was so wrong. It’s written in a way that could capture your heart and soul. That would draw you into the world of performance arts without you realizing it – that you’ve learned a little of their world.

I might be able to finish it soon, real soon, but I’m refusing to. I really want to savor every remaining bit of the stories, the pages.

What’s Up

So much has happened over the past month. I did finish a couple reads but haven’t posted any progress in here. So I’ll go with what I’m currently reading and trying to get into:

  • Russian Roulette | Paperback. It’s quite heavy, but my surroundings aren’t supportive of my finishing of this read. Hope to pick it up again soon.
  • The Lynching | Kindle e-book. I’m 50% done.
  • Voices from Chernobyl | Paperback. Page 17. Because I was distracted.

Mainly those three.

Also, a book haul. But that can wait.

Book Club Meet-up this Morning

Silent Book Club Kota Kinabalu, April 14th Meet-up

This morning started out perfect. Really, perfect. Hugged and kissed the kids goodbye, thankful for the NBA playoffs – the partner’s dose – with Rockets vs. I-don’-care-who-since-Jordan-retired; drove to the library, set-up the table, and waited blissfully (inside, waited blissfully inside. Bookworms don’t show nerdy bliss on their faces until another bookworm shows up) for others to show up.

In total, five of us showed and it was just a nice group at the table which had chairs for eight.

B was the first to arrive (after yours truly), and since it was her first time at our new library, she placed her book and her bag at the table and went sight-seeing before settling down to read. She owns “Daughter of Smoke and Bone” here.

M came later, it was probably her third time at the new library. She didn’t bring a book and decided to use this meet-up to borrow some books instead. “The English Monster” and “The Blind Assassin” were her loot of the day.

W came next, she reads on her mobile. She loves literature (it’s my first time meeting her too!) and that’s all I know! It didn’t occur to me to ask her about her current read!

E came last (also my first time meeting her). She, too, decided to use this meet-up to borrow some books from the library. She chose “Dark City” by Xeus.

As for me? I’m still trying to finish my physical book – Hiroshima. Had we stayed there for another hour, I’d have finished it! I even took a break by standing and reading facing a pillar, which had mini wall-mounted tables – again, perfect. I am hoping to QUIT my Kindle for a while and focus on this read tonight, or tomorrow night… I’m horrible.

That is all! Perfect day with fantastic company!

Currently Reading: The Girls Who Went Away

The Girls Who Went Away: The Hidden History of Women Who Surrendered Children for Adoption in the Decades before Roe v Wade by Ann Fessler

This is one of the books that should be made compulsory reading for anyone who’s able to procreate.

I am at chapter 4, and naively hoping to come across interview subjects from the opposite gender. I know it’s likely impossible, but it would be nice to hear from them. How they felt after their girlfriend were disappeared, what they took and carried with them to the Marine Corps – and some, the Vietnam War – after their families told them they are never to marry the girl they impregnated and love, how they felt all these decades knowing they have a daughter or a son out there.

But I know it’s not gonna happen. I’ll make do with the women’s testimonials. It’s tragic enough.

Read: Men We Reaped; Gypsy Boy

Men We Reaped

Worst part of the book? I think it’s about the Chinese girl trying not to get bullied and hence chose to hate on blacks so that she could “be” left alone by the whites – by hating on the blacks. It’s disgusting, having to publicly express hatred toward another race in order to survive in a f*cking school. A f*cking school. Only in America? Don’t think so. I didn’t go to school with kids from other races until my teens. Even then, they were considered ‘exotic’ because there were so few of them. We actually wanted to make friends with them, because their culture is different, intriguing, something we don’t get to experience probably because our country’s school system is so segregated it’s f*cking ridiculous.

Gypsy Boy

Before reading this book, I never had to have an opinion about their way of life, their culture. After all, I live in Asia. There are no Gypsies here. While I’m aware of how certain people hate them (why, what for), I never dug deeper beyond the stereotypical “all Gypsies are thieves and uncouth” line. I did have first-hand conversations with Europeans (friends, ex-colleagues) about the Romany people, but they weren’t white supremacists so there weren’t much to hate on beyond those lines. So I’ve finished the book – Still no opinion. It’s their way of life. To the normal society, they are in dire need to change or “be changed” (i.e. continue to be discriminated against until their culture vanishes altogether). It’s sad, it’s tragic. It’s no different than oppressed little girls forced to go through FGM or marry old men at the tender age of 5.

Currently Reading: Gypsy Boy

Gypsy Boy: My Life in the Secret World of the Romany Gypsies by Mikey Walsh

Hard to put down. But as always I’ll take at least a week to finish it since I read few books at time and only read an average of two to three hours a day, before bedtime.

I have two books about and written by Gypsies, the other one’s Bury Me Standing (#125 here), which I started two years ago but somehow lost interest less than halfway through. Not this one.

Not much to write for now, but a gentle reminder to everyone: Hate comes from ignorance, intolerance. And it comes and goes both ways.