It has been raining for the first time in a long time
My physical condition seems to be reviving.
Writing a daily note, it is inevitable that there will be days when I suddenly feel like I have nothing to write about. However, there is no shortage of topics of interest, such as politics, the economy, the World Cup, and so on, if you look hard enough.
So, if I wanted to, I could write about them. But even if I wanted to, I would not want to write about it. If I try to force myself to write about something I am not interested in, it will inevitably end up sounding like a critique. Writing a critique is relatively easy. If you critique the subject, it basically works.
You can see this by looking at many Yahoo! And it is easy to get into the habit. The writing always becomes rough.
If you are a first-rate critic such as Hideo Kobayashi or Takaaki Yoshimoto, your critique can become a form of literature, but to reach that level, you need deep insight, knowledge, and a critical eye.
I do not have such a great eye, so when I write a critique, it inevitably turns out to be a shallow discussion. In addition, because I am not interested in the subject matter, my writing lacks blood and flesh. As a result, writing is boring. The writing becomes toothless.
Well, that may be all right, but as a novelist, I feel that even if the writing seems light at first glance, as in Shusaku Endo’s “Kitsunean” series, there must be a “thought” behind it. And the presence or absence of this “something like a thought” seems to me to be the borderline that separates first-rate writing and bad writing.
Novelists have long disliked critics because they think that it is too easy for creators to think about how difficult and physically and mentally draining it is to create such a “thought”.
Just as Goku of Dragon Ball learned the “Kamehameha” and it was actually quite difficult to master it (sorry for the silly metaphor, just “just in case”), Hideo Kobayashi and Takaaki Yoshimoto originally wrote novels and poems (by the way, Hideo Kobayashi’s first novel was “The Suicide of an Octopus,” which he received from his close friend Nakaya Nakahara, who was a poet and a writer of poetry). (Incidentally, Hideo Kobayashi’s first novel was “The Suicide of the Octopus,” which his close friend Nakahara Nakaya criticized as a work of miserable self-consciousness floating in the air).
) I believe that she became a first-rate critic because she was well aware of the difficulty of kneading such “thoughts” from the creator’s mind.
However, I wonder whether such “thoughts” come out of the mind, or whether they are born from severe life experiences, or whether they need to be created in the first place, or not. When I have a lot of things I want to write about, but I just can’t, I suddenly think about it.
Well, if you say that I don’t have to force myself to write because not many people read my work in the first place, then that’s the end of the story.
Ears to the ears, hearts to the floor, a gentle drizzle
