#asian literature

[moth-into-flames]

snoopy and charlie read asian lit

[elysiumaze]

Mieko Kawakami in, Heaven.

[fictionalbond]

Love In the Big City (2024) - EP. 3 & 4 PART TWO - A BITE OF ROCKFISH, TASTE THE UNIVERSE

[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"

[areebianights]

Book : Welcome to the Hyunam-dong Bookshop

[tagithi]

heaven by mieko kawakami

[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

[bones-ivy-breath]

Spring by Hang Nga Nguyen (tr. Quynh Nguyen)

[fictionalbond]

Love In The Big City (2024) - EP. 4

Part 2 - A BITE OF ROCKFISH, TASTE THE UNIVERSE

[benitariums]

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

[lazehaze]

I definitely buy more books than I should…

I got this after hearing some amazing reviews from some peers at a book club. It got me really intrigued, so here it is.

When I’m reading it? Oh, I have no idea.

[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