Ever Glowing World of Fiction

Finished Haroun and the Sea of Stories this afternoon at the bookstore. Two days of good reading basically allowed me to finish it. A fairly straight forward fairy tale book, imaginative creature characters battling in the fight for light over darkness. I think Salman wrote it during his days of exile, perhaps as a meditation or practice in keeping his attitude healthy with all the impending doom and threat and paranoia looming in his then life? I'm going to stop my Rushdie phase here, feeling I'm ready to taste a different author for now, but I do want to go back and try my hand at Rushdie's more meaty political writing. I've just skimmed his fantastical verse's, which was a special surprise for I knew not that he was such a writer, taking me to worlds I'd not expected to go. Next I'm picking up Haruki Murakami's 'Sputnik Sweetheart' for starter's. Wanting to read 'The Winged-Bird Chronicles' next? I've heard some good things about it. So after I finished Haroun I immediately went down to pick up Murakami and rode to a shaded tree area on green grass and prosumed to begin this adventure. Reading, fiction inparticular, is really suiting my needs currently. It's allowing me new modes of thinking that I'm wanting to develop in myself. Having to do with imagination and stories and truth thru stories. I'm finding out that truth can best be explained, if not by personal experience (the preferred manner), then by imaginative suggestion, metaphor, by example. But in the end it is personal revelation that guarantee's one's understanding of what truth is. Fiction is helping me develop a new language to view reality from.