Monday, 18 December 2017

"The Buddha in the Attic" by Julie Otsuka

Or, "Vi kom över havet" - "We came over the sea" - in Swedish.

It is one voice, it is many voices. There is one story, and another, and then a faith, then a wish. A secret, a sorrow, a dream, a fact we wished was different, a love story, a sad story, a letter, a photo, a kimono, a death. We love, we miss, we write to our mothers in Japan, they answer don't come back or your sisters will never get married, we never write, we write on Sundays when are husbands play Go.

It is true. It is sad. It is heart-wrenching. Who is the we? It is us, it is them, it is the observer, the author, you.

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