The pleasantest of all diversions is to sit alone under the lamp, a book before you, and to make friends with people of a distant past you have never known. Kenko, Essays in Idleness
You come home at the end of a long day from work
or school. You crawl onto a sofa like a lizard on a rock, then
reach for the remote to flick on the TV set, hoping to catch a programme
to distract your mind. Don't! Instead, do what I do:
I have a scattering of comfort books lying about the house; so when body and mind are stressed out, I pull one of the volumes, flip it open at no particular page, and read whatever I find.
Comfort books can be of any category or genre — old-loved novels or short story anthologies, armchair travelogues, memoirs, a scattering of poems, one of Buddha's Discourses ... Whatever volume with evergreen content that gives a cheer, a smile or a reflective pause.
Some of my early favourite are those written in the 1930s by Dr Lin Yutang, scholar, educationist, bestselling translator of Chinese classics into English, and laidback observer of life. His own English-language works include Moment in Peking (a novel of life, love and manners in strife-torn China from 1900-1930), Importance of Living and Wisdom of China (anthologies). I also enjoy his translation of Six Chapters of a Floating Life (autobiography of an 18th Century scholar who fails in official society but wins in love, friendship and simple pleasures).
Other comfort books include Sei Shonagon's Pillow Book (which I tried to emulate in my diary-writing as a teenager), The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett, Emily Dickinson's poems, James Joyce's Dubliners short stories (but not his incomprehensible Ulysses), Rumi's mystic poems, Edward Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Richard Bach's Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Virginia Woolf's essays and her novella, Mrs Dalloway, William Wordsworth's and Samuel Coleridge's Lyrical Ballads, William Hazlitt's Essays and Rudyard Kipling's rhyming poems and short stories.
These are what I call "Level 2 works". They are more limited in scope than the grander, verbose Level 1 tomes of great heft (Aristotle and Augustine come to mind) that take forever to plough through. With notable exceptions, Level 2 books are slim, at most 200 pages. They are easy to read, easy to remember and easy to finish. And they remain fresh despite constant re-reading.
I'm too indolent to take up project management or climb Mount Everest. I detest golf and most of the people — politicians and potbellied businessmen — playing the fakey sport (I was surprised, though, to read in Muriel Spark's The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, that schoolgirls in early 20th Century Scotland enjoyed golf.)
So, I curl myself with a book from those hundred-odd volumes on the shelves and dark corners in my house. They are always ready to share a chat, an anecdote or a well-turned idea. Most of the titles can be purchased from Amazon.com, including Lin Yutang's out-of-print books.
And hostage from the future took
In trained thought and lore of book.
— John Greenleaf Whittier, Snow-bound, A Winter Idyl
Francis Chin
Singapore, Vesak Day, June 2, 2004
The Book Excerpts
On this Web site, I have chosen mainly from relatively obscure Level 2 works, but the excerpts are nevertheless masterpieces in language, ideas and insight. More excerpts will be posted once I can set aside enough time to OCR-scan and edit the text.
Happy endings Life has many happy endings, by James Allen, As a Man Thinketh
Tale of Genji Murasaki's novel on life, love and passion under autumn skies
To share a thought: hsiaoshuang@yahoo.com
BYSTANDER is a collection of my own excerpts on life, love, loafing and leisure pursuits.