One of the issues in converting from blogger to novelist is getting out of oneself. Blogging is all about writing from the blogger’s perspective, while novel writing (I think) deals a lot with understanding and becoming your characters. When blogging, it’s all about you. When writing creatively, it’s all about everyone but you. Maybe that’s why there are so few blogger-novelists.
With my novel writing, I’ve been trying to get out of myself. How does one do that? I don’t know how others do it, but I’ve been trying to expose myself to different viewpoints whether by reading, observing, or watching. For me, it’s about stepping back away from myself, from activism, from blogging, from everything that I’m used to doing.
Which led me back to the Japanese drama “Kamisama mou sukoshi dake.” (“God, please give me a little more time.”) I first saw this drama when I was in Japan. It was written back when AIDS first became a mainstream fear. Everyone wanted me to see it because Takeshi Kaneshiro (the main male actor) is half Taiwanese and half Japanese. Anyway, right after I mentioned the drama Futari in a recent blog post, I told a friend I would lend my Futari tapes to her. I somehow misplaced the Futari tapes, but I found my tapes for Kamisama Mou Sukoshi Dake instead. I google searched it and found that the entire series is available online WITH English subtitles (and the translation is very good). You can watch it here. Part 1/4 of the first episode is here:
The badass theme song that I hated before the series and loved afterward is here:
Seeing that tuning in would probably require a decent level of interest in Japanese language and culture, I’d guess that it’s highly unlikely that anyone here will check it out the entire series. Still, I encourage you to do so. It’s a really sad drama, and I think exposure to overseas dramas can help Asian Americans (and non-Asian Americans) open up to a new level of experience with Asian people, outside of the usual anti-racist stances that we have to take in America. This drama is pure romance, pure tragedy, pure sadness. Sometimes it’s nice to experience life outside of a racial context.
I was going to write a review, but on second thought, I don’t want to ruin it for you all. All I will say is this: it combines old fashioned first time love, along with serious questions about talent and self-fulfillment, as well as existential questions about what we’re born with and the choices we make. With regards to the AIDS question, think about what you would do and how you would live your life if you knew you would die soon. If you want to read a good review of this series, you can find one here (there are spoilers). The whole series is 12 episodes, the same as the Harvard Justice class, but I have a feeling that the narrative will probably make it go a lot faster. I’m not going to ask anyone to watch it, but if you do, I’d love to discuss.
Check it out–it’s got a bigWOWO five star review.