Formerly worked at a travel company in Tokyo. Now writing a journal of a life in time of Covid 19 from a little corner of Japan
Keeping up with reading habit
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June 2020 was another beginning to adopt to new life cycle. Normally I read books on train while commute, sometimes at station café in the morning. I had at least 2 hours to delve into reading books. With corona virus, I gave up reading at café as they requested customers to stay maximum 30 minutes. Café was no longer the place for relaxation and reading books with a nice cup of coffee.
Reduced working days also lead to a need to change reading habit. Reading on the train was not bad after all, with almost no distraction. How was I used to such daily routine. After checking e-mail from office, I tried to sit down and read books at home.
It was somehow difficult to sit down and read books at home, especially fiction with nice ending. With so much was going on in the reality, not only because of the virus but the uncertain future of travel business, it was hard to escape into the world of fiction. I managed to finish few books.
This is the book that I bought right after the state of emergency was lifted and local stores reopened. This is Chaucer’s classic, an abridged version for children in modern language. The Wife of Bath’s Tale and The Friar’s Tale were brilliant.
This one was hard to get into. A classic story by Elizabeth Gaskel, portraying some families concerned with the cotton industry in Manchester, England, at the time of industrial revolution. The story was dramatic, revolving around industrial strike and a case of murder. One of the protagonist, Mary Barton, seems portrayed as fame fatal, and more she looked innocent, the story seems scary. A good story, but it was difficult to appreciate the world portrayed in this fiction, perhaps because there were more complicated and uncertain issues going on in the real world.
This is a sequel to “A Year in Provence”, an essay by Peter Mayle which was a big hit in 1990’s. He left Provence after writing “A year in Provence”, and he made a return there after spending 4 years in the United States. The book is his second impression of Provence, perhaps more deep into the local custom and industry. Although the initial excitement of cultural encounter was less obvious, this is a good book to let your mind escape to rustic countryside in Southern France. The author’s books lead me to decide the direction of my career after leaving university. It was good to come back to the basic.
The book is about a lawyer’s family and his defense for a man who was arrested because of prejudice and discrimination against black people in the United States. I chose this book because at the time of reading, there was a movement of ‘Black lives Matter’ in the USA. This is not an excellent choice to understand the real cause of the racial discrimination rooted in America, but it was better than nothing to understand a part of American history through fiction.
This is a fiction based on my personal experience at a university in Tokyo, back in early 1990's ------------------------------------------------------ I first noticed her in October 1987, during the admissions interview at Zophia University in Tokyo. The English department, my dream destination, had a rigorous selection process—both a written test and an interview. Having cleared the written test, I received the much-anticipated interview invitation. I’d spent five years in the northwest of England during my secondary school years. This background gave me an advantage, but my motivations ran deeper than just fluency. I wanted to study linguistics, to truly understand the English language from every angle. My aspirations spanned teaching, translation, or even interpreting. I had a lot riding on this. The interview was to last just ten minutes—a brief window to define my future. How it would go, I couldn’t predict, but I’d prepared myself as best I coul...
This is a story of a Japanese girl who was totally obsessed with Ameirca, based on my real experience of encountering many people at a University in Tokyo back in 90's.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I never lose. No way, no how. That’s just not me. Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been obsessed with America. Like, OBSESSED. Back in the Showa era, around 1970's, Japan was flooded with all this American stuff—TV shows, movies, music. You name it. And let’s be real: America is just... wow. It’s the best at everything. Biggest, strongest, richest. The land of freedom and opportunity. Where else has THAT much influence on the whole world? Nowhere. America’s the kind of country everyone looks up to. The kind of country people dream about. The kind of country that someone as amazing as me deserves to be in. Someday, I’ll live there. I’ll talk just like them....
The morning sky was heavy with grey clouds, the kind that pressed low over the city and whispered of snow yet to fall. It was one of those bitter January days when the air seemed to nip at your skin even through the thickest coat. As I drew back the curtains, the faintest blush of sunrise struggled to light the horizon, promising little comfort. It was 1986, the heart of the Showa era back in Japan, but here in London, the year had dawned with the same bleak winter mornings the city was known for. I forced myself out of my warm bed, the comfort of the covers reluctantly traded for the routine of getting ready. Breakfast was quick, a silent ritual shared with my mother before I gathered my essentials: a pencil case, a small notebook, my wallet, and the lunch my mother had lovingly packed. "Off I go," I called as I slipped on my thick, black coat, its padding a small defence against the cold. "Take care," my mother replied. I nodded, stepping out into the frosty air...
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