Almost exactly one year ago I was sitting in my apartment in Seongnam, South Korea and realized I was going to turn 29 soon. And then somehow I decided that it would be a great idea to start a blog and read 29 books within a year.
Getting older is a mixed bag, emotionally speaking. On the one hand, dreams fade and doors close (or slam) as you realize you no longer have enough time left on earth to do all the cool things you had hoped. With growing alarm you realize that even some of the basic things – like buying a house, setting up car insurance or investing in some sort of savvy retirement plan – you’ve yet to accomplish. Not only are your dreams of being a prodigy dashed, you suddenly find that you are “average,” or even below average compared to your peers in 21st century Americana.
On the other hand, you gain confidence. You’ve boughten plane tickets, opened bank accounts, had successful job interviews, moved multiple cardboard boxes of stuff multiple times to multiple homes and set up shop and somehow made it work. And where else does such confidence come from but sheer experience? Perhaps confidence is a misleading word because it suggests some sort of proactive, can-do attitude that conjures up an image of an attractive person in a pantsuit making lots of important phone calls. To me, that’s not confidence. Sure, some people are natural networkers and go-getters (not me), but I’ve experienced that confidence is simply this: the inevitable result of willingly doing boring, demanding “grown up” stuff on your own over a period of time. Not only do you survive and not screw up or blow your credit to hell – you do just fine.
So yes, as I get older I realize there’s a lot of stuff that I’ve done alright, and that makes me feel good. There’s still other stuff I haven’t done, but that’s okay. Not everyone can be Mark Zuckerberg.
2016 was a good year for me as far as, “doing stuff alright.” The biggest highlights include the travel I did (mostly with Yun) and actually finishing my goal to read 29 books. Predictably, some of the books were better or more enjoyable than others. The predictable question I suppose, is, “what did you learn from it all?” Or better yet, “did you learn anything at all?”
The short answer: Yes. The long answer requires putting words crafted in an original enough way that I hope can stick with you, instead of evaporating like a trite meme on Facebook. But how to do that? And how to condense the foggy but powerful impressions I experienced? Is there anything profound or true that I gained, or was it a lot of emotions and aesthetics?
Here is the best way I can sum up what I (think I) learned in 2016:
1. Anywhere can be boring.
The most interesting thing I realized while traveling this past year was that anywhere you go, you are on someone’s mundane and familiar home turf. “Exotic” and “exciting” are completely relative terms. Diving with sea turtles may be the experience of a lifetime for you, but for your dive guide, it’s her bread and butter. Mind-blowing jungle landscapes in Malaysia had me slack-jawed, while the holiday makers from Kuala Lumpur and Singapore were mainly interested in strawberry markets. Strawberries, for crying out loud. Because to them, the European imports are that much more interesting than rafflesia flowers and pitcher plants. Things that are familiar become boring. In the worst case, you may not even care about preserving or understanding them (a problem for the jungles in Malaysia, anyway, according to our guide Joe).
But there’s something very good here. If anywhere can be boring, simply invert that and you discover that anywhere can also be really exciting.
It’s all perspective. Now, of course Yun and I paid with our hard-earned savings to travel to these different places because we wanted to experience something “different,” and we did just that. But the more time we spent talking to guides and other locals, the more we realized that the beauty and excitement in something has to do with how you associate it. Do you see elephants as a commodity, or do you see them as otherworldly creatures that bring you joy and and inspiration? A lot of that would have to do with how and where you grew up. A Thai elephant trainer and a middle class American woman are going to see that one very differently.
The cool thing, though, is that perspectives can change based on enough experiences (or just a touch of wisdom and sense). After living in South Korea for almost five years I returned to my hometown in Arizona and found it absolutely surreal. As I sat in my dad’s truck listening to him tell stories about the Lost Dutchman and ore mines in the mountains it almost seemed like I was on another tour of a new and faraway land. Except this time it was my birthplace.
My dad knows a thing or two about this subject. He used to work at a hotel, sometimes arranging tours for guests who came from as far away as Japan and Germany.
“Early in a morning a jeep would pick them up and drive them far out north, out towards the mountains like we’re heading now. They would see a rattlesnake in the wild and have a chance to fire powdered bullets out of a pistol. Later they’d build a big fire and have a steak dinner and the guide would pull out a guitar and start playing cowboy songs. And they loved it. One lady came to us in tears the next day and said it was the best experience of her life.”
A few years ago I would have just laughed at that. I wouldn’t have believed it. But I get it now. And the Phoenix valley no longer looks boring to me. It’s exhilarating and sublime, in fact. I even have an interest now in the history of the miners and the Native tribes and the Mexican settlers. And the ironic part is that it’s thanks to spending enough time on the other side of the Pacific ocean, in places where rain forests, Buddhist temples and tuk-tuks were “normal” and “boring.”
2. I can’t believe that I only read British and American novels for so many years
How to explain. How to not sound hoity-toity. The truth is, it really was eye-opening this year to read so many books written in other countries. I still read a lot of British and American novels, mainly because my options were limited due to geographical reasons, but the international books I was able to read (mainly Asian) added so much color and fun to my traditional diet of “classics.” Of course, traveling to a lot of those countries solidified it – but I don’t think travel is necessary to enjoy a book.
Until last year, I didn’t even realize the Philippines had a national literary hero who almost single-handedly inspired a revolution. I read his novel (Noli Mi Tangere), and it was fascinating. Until last year I’d never read a Korean novel, so I found a few of those and gave them a try. I even ventured into the kind of books that would normally appear on post-colonial reading requirements for a college course (Things Fall Apart, anyone?), but I actually enjoyed them – probably because I didn’t read them as a requirement, but instead out of my own curiosity.
The bottom line is, it’s fun to learn about different places where different cultural values and customs are the norm. Frankly, it helps you understand your own norms. Learning about the rigidity of Korean family roles I realized the things I take for granted in my life – such as not even addressing my aunt and uncle by their titles. Reading a post-colonial Indonesian novel (This Earth of Mankind) in which the author himself admits that in spite of the cruelty of the Dutch, the Europeans overall treat their women better than the locals suddenly presents interesting ethical food for thought. And sometimes, the most surprising things of all are when you discover that characters, for example in 1920’s Japan, are all too relatable to people you meet today.
In hindsight, it’s like I was seeing through a small crack – whereas now that crack has broadened into a small hole. The more countries and cultures I learned about, the more familiar, less strange and intimidating, and more interesting they became. I can’t say whether the similarities or differences between such cultures and ours are more important, because both are crucial to get the full picture.
3. Dream big, but plan small – for now
It’s kind of a miracle I actually managed to read 29 books in a year. Not that it’s hard to do so. I actually have a dear friend who managed to finish about triple that in the same space of time. I’m just lousy at keeping goals.
But the difference this time was that I kept it modest, and I kept it specific. If I had strived for anything over 30, I would have choked in the dust. My curse is that I am interested in too many things at a time, and tend to browse superficially through them – or focus too hard and then burn out soon afterwards. Even worse, I am something of a perfectionist and dislike doing something if I feel I can’t do it just right. That often comes into play when writing blog entries. It almost drives me nuts that I can’t replicate the quality in my own stuff that I recognize so readily in other people’s. But a lot of that boils down to pride, the most major pitfall of all.
I obviously didn’t go viral this year and get rich this year, nor did I even write nearly as much content as I’d hoped. But I did keep going, kept reading, kept writing, and I’m still here. And I don’t intend to go away.
This year is going to look very different from last, now that Yun and I live in Arizona rather than South Korea. There are no big international trips on the horizon, and may not be for a while. But if I am to practice what I preach, then any place can be exciting and interesting, with the right perspective. And not being able to physically travel far away gives me all the more reason to travel and discover new stuff and ideas in the form of books. Happy 2017 and happy reading, everyone!
The Completed List of 29 Books for the year of 2016:
1. Please Take Care of Mom, Shin Sook Kyung
2. Middlemarch, George Eliot
3. Love’s Executioner, Irving Yalom
4. The Long Goodbye, Raymond Chandler
5. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
6. Naomi, Junichiro Tanizaki
7. Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe
8. 198: How I Ran Out of Countries, Gunnar Garfors
9. The Calligrapher’s Daughter, Eugenia Kim
10. To The Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
11. The Vegetarian, Han Kang
12. Dancing in the Glory of Monsters, Jason Stearns
13. The Lost Executioner, Nic Dunlop
14. First They Killed My Father, Loung Ung
15. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
16. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
17. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Douglas Adams
18. Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
19. Wives and Daughters, Elizabeth Gaskell
20. What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, Haruki Murakami
21. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
22. Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
23. Noli Mi Tangere, Jose Rizal
24. The Beach, Alex Garland
25. Sightseeing, Rattawut Lapcharoensap
26. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M Pirsig
27. Inspector Singh Investigates: A Most Peculiar Malaysian Murder, Shamini Flint
28. The Princess Bride, William Goldman
29. This Earth of Mankind, Pramoedya Ananta Toer