"It's an ordinary day, with most people's lives taking their usual course: ...those who have to sweep the streets must keep swinging their brooms. Those who have to beg must keep their palms outstretched. Those who have to govern the country must keep up the corruption. All in all, the day is entirely normal. True, it's a bit boring, but deep down everyone's happy for the banality to be maintained, if trading it away meant sacrificing certainty and stability along with it."
Moving Parts is Prabda Yoon's 4th collection of short stories (translated from Thai by Mui Poopoksakul). The common trait for all 11 short stories in this collection would be "moving body parts". For instance, a judgmental finger (Part 1: Yucking Finger), a missing tongue (Part 2: Evil Tongue), a missing penis (Part 3: Destiny's a Dick), a missing hand (Part 6: New Hand), a missing eye (Part 9: Eye Spy: A One-Act Play) and etc. Through the use of body parts as symbolisms, Prabda Yoon exemplified his trademark satirical and dark humor writing style in exploring the postmodern city life of Bangkok, this time with notions of surrealism, absurdism, and a little on the experimental end. Like his previous collection (The Sad Part Was), Prabda maintained his playfulness and wittiness throughout the stories, and perhaps in a "louder" manner.
My personal favorites would be "Destiny's A Dick" (set in a whorehouse, a prostitute was curious about a regular customer who does not have a penis), "Evil Tongue" (a murderer who was sentenced to prison for murdering his mother and sliced out her tongue), "New Hand" (a boy asked a girl if he can hold her hand where the girl literally dismembered her hand for the boy), "Mock Tail" (set in a society where everyone has tails, a girl is concerned that her boyfriend would discover her secret where she is born without a tail, and she had to wear a "mocktail"). There are some impressive observations and descriptions in these stories. For example, the satirical description of a whorehouse by Prabda in "Destiny's A Dick" is impeccable: "If prostitution is the world's oldest profession, as they say, then the pink motel was akin to an important museum preserving the trade that has escorted civilization through time, ensuring the perpetuation of pleasure as it continues its course"; "...the pink-walled motel, a melting pot of different cultures that was more happening than a United Nations meeting"; "Here was proof that free knowledge could be found anywhere, even above the door to a whorehouse - a genuine oasis of peace, a place full of truths. Whoever saw it as a den of illegality clearly hadn't been enlightened to the fact that all eternal truths in human life were illicit". That said, there are some stories which I am not sure whether its executed well or perhaps they are beyond my level of understanding. All in all, though this collection is not as impressive as The Sad Part Was, this is still an enjoyable 4/5 star read!