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hildy89It's a leisurely sort of day. The laundry is humming and whirring away in the other room. The dehumidifier has briefly taken up residence in my bedroom so maybe I can sleep properly.
In between loads, I've been catching up on my reading. I finally finished reading Kij Johnson's Fudoki. I adored the book and must read Fox Woman soon. I was talking with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whytcrow about the book Thursday night after the meeting, but I didn't want to write anything until I was finished. I admit Heian Japan is a mostly unknown historical period to me, so the world she created was just unbelievable in the rich details. I liked the odd insights into the writing process, how Harueme discovered she included a detail or reference, only to recall the actual experience. Or seeing her story spiral out of her control as most writers must helplessly watch sometimes. Ordinarily I might have been put off by how the story jumped around so much, but instead it made me eager to hear other bits. Time did not flow in a completely linear fashion, which made sense as memories recorded in a notebook. The other thing that struck me was how unfluffy it was. Too often when you read cat stories, they're cute and fluffy or regal and stuckup. There was nothing fluffy about the tortoiseshell. She didn't instantly understand everything immediately. She needed poking and prodding to see her way, like nudging a cat out of your lap.
In between loads, I've been catching up on my reading. I finally finished reading Kij Johnson's Fudoki. I adored the book and must read Fox Woman soon. I was talking with
whytcrow about the book Thursday night after the meeting, but I didn't want to write anything until I was finished. I admit Heian Japan is a mostly unknown historical period to me, so the world she created was just unbelievable in the rich details. I liked the odd insights into the writing process, how Harueme discovered she included a detail or reference, only to recall the actual experience. Or seeing her story spiral out of her control as most writers must helplessly watch sometimes. Ordinarily I might have been put off by how the story jumped around so much, but instead it made me eager to hear other bits. Time did not flow in a completely linear fashion, which made sense as memories recorded in a notebook. The other thing that struck me was how unfluffy it was. Too often when you read cat stories, they're cute and fluffy or regal and stuckup. There was nothing fluffy about the tortoiseshell. She didn't instantly understand everything immediately. She needed poking and prodding to see her way, like nudging a cat out of your lap.
