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A Time-Consuming Read: A Wonderful Procrastination Surrounding Riichi Yokomitsu's "Machines"

I have finished reading Akio Miyazawa's "Time."



As the title suggests, it took me about a month as well. I felt like I was reading it little by little.

And first, my one-word impression after finishing it is: I laughed. I laughed out loud.

There aren't many works in Miyazawa's literature that are this funny. Or rather, I enjoyed it as the pinnacle of Miyazawa's literature, a culmination of his work that makes you laugh out loud.

Still, preconceptions are a terrifying thing. Based on the impression of the title, I had convinced myself that I would only read this when I had plenty of time. I acquired this book on 2009.11.28.
Miyazawa-kun's signature is written in elegant calligraphy on the flyleaf at the beginning of the book, like a drawing.
I usually buy Miyazawa-kun's books at the lobby of his stage performances, but
for this book, I unusually asked Miyazawa-kun for an autograph.
Normally, I feel embarrassed asking for autographs, or rather, asking an old friend for an autograph for some reason makes the good part of my heart start to creak.
And I can't remember why I started reading this book, which I had left untouched, this morning... Miyazawa explains, "I intended to read it slowly because I am slow-witted." With this one sentence, I was already a carp on the cutting board, caught in his hypnosis. From here on, there's no turning back.

A Time-Consuming Read: A Wonderful Procrastination Surrounding Riichi Yokomitsu's "Machines"

The fascinating structure, where Akio Miyazawa leisurely unravels, deciphers, and dissolves, is like watching a play. I found myself wondering when and in what form it would be performed, gazing into the distance. But more than that, it was like assembling a greasy machine, meticulously tightening each part, from the smallest screw to the largest, without any loosening. I held my breath at this craftsmanship, lost in the jungle of "what is literature?" Before I knew it, eleven years had passed, and the footprints of thought created through this process resonated with the social topics of each era, intertwining and layering in countless ways. The dubbed thoughts induced delusions, and Akio Miyazawa's brilliant interjections into them shattered and blended my palate into a delightful mix of textures, creating a dizzying experience of skirt-lifting and sharp retorts simultaneously. I found myself involuntarily groaning with laughter, spending an extremely enjoyable time, mostly while sitting on the toilet, indulging in this supreme literature. Ha. Ha. Hahahahaha...

In other words, there's no doubt this is one of Miyazawa's masterpieces. Is this the second time?

I don't mean to be so playful~ Is this feeling after reading the book because of the excitement?

"Still," the autumn leaves might be late this year.

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