I am on the first page of Kazuo Ishiguro’s ‘An Artist of the Floating World’ and found myself mesmerised.
Nowadays, I choose books based on the 1st sentence or 1st few paragraphs. And… this book’s 1st sentence was enchanting (Which in my vocabulary means a combination of ‘nostalgic’, ‘daily, matter-of-fact’, light and heavy at the same time, if you get what I mean. It is the feeling you get when you’re walking down a pathway, thinking about something and accepting it and thinking about it again but still accepting it while looking at your surroundings— you feel the same, whether you’re in the middle of a busy street or strolling in a park or looking at the sea. Intense, with distractions. Intensely distracted.).
“If on a sunny day you climb the steep path leading up from the little wooden bridge still referred to around here as ‘the Bridge of Hesitation’, you will not have to walk far before the roof of my house becomes visible between the tops of two gingko trees. Even if it did not occupy such a commanding position on the hill, the house would still stand out from all others nearby, so that as you come up the path, you may find yourself wondering what sort of wealthy man owns it.”
This paragraph agrees with me too much.