“These are the pieces
of my youth,
the small secrets and
the not-so-great expectations
that defined my coming
of age.”
― Tablo, Pieces of You
The English version of this book had been released from
early 2009, not long after its Korean version. Yes, it’s not a fresh book, but
I just found out about it recently, after I started listening to this Korean
hip hop group, Epik High. Tablo, the author, and the leader of this group have
this such of cold and brutal realist sense on writing lyrics for the group.
“Pieces of You” consists of ten short stories, all written during his college life
in Stanford University from 1998 to 2001 – giving him honors in English
Literature and Creative Writing.
“So here I am,
choosing to kick away
the ladder
so that I may remain
at your side.
I understand your
solitude I see your shadow."
The stories aren’t happy. They are rough, dark, yet dazzling
- those kind of stories that is so realistic without clean ending, enough
explanation, and obvious chronology. Complex, just like reality itself.
The topics are vary, relationship between a sick mother and
a weed-smoker son, the life of a porn movies casting director, until story
about two old pals who just lost their best friend. My favorite is the first
story, “Andante”. It’s about a pianist whose father was a maestro before it all
taken away by a chronic Alzheimer.
Well it might sounds like a gloomy book review, eh? It’s not
a common kind of genre, but can be as well an oasis for those who bored of
typical drama or romance novel. It’s kinda tricky to find this book nowadays, I
searched all over Kinokuniya, Aksara, or Periplus, but they don’t seem to have
it. So I best recommend you to order from yesasia.com for the English version
or just get to Toko Gunung Agung for the Bahasa version for IDR 40.000 (but I didn’t refer to
it, since the Bahasa one is written by a translator). You also can buy the English version on www.yesasia.com for $25.
Here’s my favorite quotes from the book:
“Cowards,
I believe, are people
who are afraid to embrace what they want or need
in a natural, honest
way.”
“It didn’t rain for
you, maybe,
but it always rains
for me.
The sky shatters and
rains shards of glass.”
“He laughed.
I suddenly wanted to
laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here,
or maybe outside in
the rain, and just laugh with him.
But I couldn’t. I
couldn’t even smile.”
“When I stop at a stop
sign, I don’t think about the distance I’ve crossed.
I just wish I never
had to stop.”
By: @taniayosephine
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