Unhappy books
It seems that truly I have not read many 'adult' books in my life. I have read some of the classics, and young adult books: fantasy, vampires...etc. But rarely books like 'the mermaid chair'.
Let's talk about how I got to read this book. I noticed that one of my english teachers had a lot of novels. His table was piled with stacks and the cabinet behind his chair was full also. So I asked if I could borrow one to read and he said yes. I chose the mermaid chair because of its intriguing title. And read it through because I had borrowed it. Hoping that it would get better as I read on.
It didn't, not really.
But going on. When I think books like 'the mermaind chair that deal with adultry, I feel my mind trying to dis-remember the odd, unhappy sensation that settled in my stomach when I read it. (the main character is an artist, as if that could be excusable)
It's almost the same as when I think of the kite-runner, and my mind seems to purposefully dis-remember the sexual abuse that's in it. Not that it's not important. Not that I don't recall it happens. But that I don't like recalling the painful details. It was done masterfully, I believe, by not going intrusive into descriptions. But still, it was very painful.
That's why I don't watch horror movies.
Though I do not regret reading the kite-runner.
I would not like to read something like 'the mermaid chair' again. Please, forgive me from turning away from certain realities in this world. They just make me so unhappy.
Let's talk about how I got to read this book. I noticed that one of my english teachers had a lot of novels. His table was piled with stacks and the cabinet behind his chair was full also. So I asked if I could borrow one to read and he said yes. I chose the mermaid chair because of its intriguing title. And read it through because I had borrowed it. Hoping that it would get better as I read on.
It didn't, not really.
But going on. When I think books like 'the mermaind chair that deal with adultry, I feel my mind trying to dis-remember the odd, unhappy sensation that settled in my stomach when I read it. (the main character is an artist, as if that could be excusable)
It's almost the same as when I think of the kite-runner, and my mind seems to purposefully dis-remember the sexual abuse that's in it. Not that it's not important. Not that I don't recall it happens. But that I don't like recalling the painful details. It was done masterfully, I believe, by not going intrusive into descriptions. But still, it was very painful.
That's why I don't watch horror movies.
Though I do not regret reading the kite-runner.
I would not like to read something like 'the mermaid chair' again. Please, forgive me from turning away from certain realities in this world. They just make me so unhappy.
posted by Mignon Chang at 10:04 PM
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