From the greatest writers I expect to be revolutionary, unconventional, to shake me, make me think about something I have never though about.... To make me change myself, or to give me a completely new perspective of an old dilemma. To push the boundaries. To be 1000 steps ahead of me.
That's why I like Kureishi. His books have traces of that. He's playing with tricky, delicate questions.
This book is about our relationship with our body, what it means for our lives. How the way we see us, and the way others see us affects who we are, our identity. Then, how we discover other people and world through bodies. What is life like when we are healthy, young and beautiful, and how cruel old-age is. How difficult facing the death is. As well as many other things, sex, drugs, journeys, hedonism, all kind of experiences that enrich and shape us... And, of course, feelings and responsibilities that are among all that. There are very few things in life that mean all. Just because we feel so.
***
It is so easy and so difficult at the same time, to live more today, to appreciate life, to be aware of every luck that we have and that is slowly slipping out of our hands. Why do we realize what's important only when it's gone?
***
"Da biste imali dobar brak, morate posedovati dar za svu složenost intimnosti i larvalne promene: morate želeti, na primer, da zajedno sanjate. (...) Bili smo potrebni jedno drugom, Margot i ja, ali nismo želeli da brak pretvaramo u zatvor više nego što je to neophodno."
"Oduvek sam, kao nešto što se podrazumeva, smatrao da sam pre svega ličnost i da je to dobro. Sada sam otkrio da sam pre svega telo, telo koje nešto želi."
"U životu postoje trenuci od koji postajete zavisni, želite da se stalno vraćaju, ali onda osećate frustraciju kada više niste u stanju da nastavite, kada ono što ste najviše želeli počne da izaziva dosadu."
"Uprkos svemu, u trenucima trezvenosti želeo sam da budem u blizini svoje žene. Voleo sam da je posmatram dok ide po kući, da slušam kako se svlači, da dodirujem njene stvari. Dok je ležala u krevetu i čitala, njušio sam je po celom telu i mrdao nosem kao stari pas. Još je nisam obišao sa svih strana. Telo joj se opuštalo i boralo, boja mu se menjala, ali ja je nikada nisam ni želeo zbog toga što je bila savršena, već zato što je bila ona."
"Ne znam što bismo morali da poznajemo sebe ili jedni druge." -- "A šta drugo nam preostaje?" -- "Možemo da uživamo jedni u drugima." -- "Za mene uživati znači poznavati."
"Uradio bi to? Nemaš nikakvih sumnji? -- "Kakvih sumnji?" -- "U sebe. U to za šta si sposoban? To te čini različitim od mnogih ljudi. Od većine zapravo." -- "Da, rekao sam, imam i ja sumnje, ali im ne dozvoljavam da me ometaju u pravljenju grešaka."