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||[Feb. 7th, 2010|11:34 am]
One Noodle at a Time in Tokyo, an article in the NYT about (duh) ramen in Tokyo, was rather ho-hum. But now I want to go Tokyo and gorge on good ramen.
I tried to read When We Were Romans by Matthew Kneale, a novel from the POV of a nine-year-old British boy who is taken by his mother, along with his sister, to Rome to escape their scary father. I couldn't get through it. The steam-of-consciousness style got to me fairly quickly. I tried slogging through, but I didn't feel immersed in the narrative because everything was too jumbled and odd. I skipped to the very end to at least find out what happens and just felt sad. It seems, from the reviews, that if you can get into it it's a powerful book--the reason I tried reading it. Oh well.
I've been rereading the manga Sono kuchibiru ni yoru no tsuyu by Fukai Youki a lot recently. It's not very original and the art is only so-so, but I really like it. It's about a bus driver and a salaryman who had been friends in school until bus driver had raped salaryman. They don't meet again until they are both working adults, and this time salaryman gets to do the raping. Yes, it sounds awful. It's kind of stupid, especially since the sex happens in the bus...Which is practically out in the open. How is it that they are never caught? In any case, I think I like it because I like the journey the bus driver goes through in the manga. It seems slightly less ridiculous than the typical way these stories go, and the way he frees himself from the salaryman (at the hospital) is lovely. What else could the salaryman do but what he did in the manga after that?
Salaryman wants to know what kind of music bus driver is into. He finds out that the bus driver loves listening to engine sounds. XD;