Early last evening, our bro MS dropped over my area for a teh tarik and...to loan me his book 'This Earth of Mankind' by Pramoedya Ananta Toer. And for the whole of last night, I did not even attempt to begin reading it. Instead, I placed it standing on my PC table like it was a much clamoured piece of art and stealing only glimpses of it, just like a girl would with someone she finds attractive. But off course, I am no girl nor a lady, but just a man who has taken a sudden mystifying interest about the book.
Early this morning, I took the book into my hands and looked at it from all the possible angles and then allowed my finger to caress the slightly coarse cover. A certain aura envelops me every time I look and touch the book. Then I slowly turn the pages, reading each line, as slowly as I can while fighting the urge to speed read through. No. This will be one book which I will take pleasure in reading it slow. I will savour each word, each line, each paragraph, just as a chef would with the food of his choice. I will immerse myself into this book and am certain I will find it a delicacy to my eyes and mind. When I am done, I will lie on the bed, my senses fulfilled and brimming with delight. And if I feel up to it, I may even write about the book. But to what avail the words of literature busker when compared to a master?
Pramoedya, I have begun reading 'This Earh of Mankind'; will you reveal your mystery to me?