Interesting Read

I don't read.
I'm a movie person.
I can sit through movie marathons like all episodes of Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Matrix, and not to mention i recently finished the whole Heroes Season 2 + Two Movies in one day.

The last book i bought was way back in December 2007 when i was in Tasmania. In fact, i haven't even finished half the book (tsk)! Not to mention the book 'Blink'.

Anyways, i recently bought this book out of boredom.



Pretty interesting and on top of that, they are short stories which suits me rather well.

Although i skipped two that almost bore me to death, the other two i have read so far has splendid indeed, that of course includes a beautiful story by Haruki Murakami himself (although i didn't really like the ending).

Anyways, i read this on the bus this morning.

"Happy Birthday. Your thirteenth is important. Maybe your first really public day. Your thirteenth is the chance for people to recognize that important things are happening to you.

Thing have been happening to you for the past half year. You have seven hairs in your left armpit now. Twelve in your right. Hard dangeours spirals of brittle black hair. Crunchy, animal hair. There are now more of the hard curled hairs around your privates than you can count without losing track. Other things. Your voice is rich and scratchy and moves between octaves without any warning. Your face has begun to get shiny when you don't wash it. And two weeks of a deep and frightening ache this past spring left you with something dropped down from inside: You sack is now full and vulnerable, a commodity to be protected. Hefted and strapped in tight supporters that stripe your buttocks red. You have grown into a new fragility.

And dreams. For months there have been dreams like nothing before: moist and busy and distant, full of yielding curves, frantic pistons, warmth and a great falling; and you have awakened through fluttering lids to a rush and a gush and a toe-curling scalp-snapping jolt of feeling from an inside deeper than you knew you had, spasms of a deep sweet hurt, the streetlights through your window blinds cracking into sharp stars against the black bedroom ceiling, and on you a dense white jam that lisps between legs, trickles and sticks, cools on you, hardens and clears until there is nothing but gnarled knots of pale solid animal hair in the morning shower, and in the wet tangle a clean sweet smell you can't believe comes from anything you made inside you."

Forever Overhead
by Daivd Foster Wallace

The remaining part of course is equally nice to read as well.
As Murakami writes in the introduction of this story;
"The author minutely describes every psychological variation experienced by a boy at each stage as he climbs up the diving board and....."

But i couldn't help but amazed at his ability to put 'puberty' in such an artsy fartsy way. Not to mentioned the whole paragraph on having wet dreams.

If only textbooks have sections like these.
Perhaps it'll instill an extra certain amount of creativity to students.