The novel is not about me at a certain level––it is about my perceptions of a world in which age, vocation, viewpoints, and taste are but a prelude to lunges at human connection. It is about finding a centered place as a traveler and cloud nomad. The ache of remembrance that is stitched into fabric. The bone-level experience of travel that is felt by the most foolish and profound.
Thank you for staying with Arisugawa Park up to now. The Japan-set novel is not designed as an easy journey, but one that rewards a regular investment of time with a distinct mood and mind frame. A modal continuity band. In some ways I feel like I should pay readers for the work they put in. (This is why artists find it so difficult to link their output with commerce and making an actual living ).
Meanwhile, the rat race continues in contemporary literature and I forge forward through creating careful separation.
Through Arisugawa Park, I want to find connection in characters that came to me, not randomly, but as personal challenges to look outside my own experience while in Japan. I am a cultural anthropologist at heart, with sustainability an aim.
I also have a love of thrilling books in a genre I can't quite define, that are not corrupted by easy ends and spurious tropes. I have read only a few books that stayed outside my linearities, were fresh upon the 8th and 18th reading (until I reached a habit of only reading books slowly, and once).
Ari Park can be read either way. Frequently and often, or each section only once, extending over a year. Depends on your inclination and when you came in (and whether you remember to bookmark the site).