The Fucking Book – Less Than Mystery – Part One – The Dwarf – Chapter Three(7)

The Only Books I’ve Read Before College! They were, by chance, brought from out of the village by my father. They were nicely bounded by blue cloths on inside-out math textbook covers,well-bended nails and strong threads, with patterns of holes that are made by insects. No idea how old they are. But they’re with me now.

 

Less Than Mystery

Heather Cai

Chapter 3


{Click here to read Chapter Three (6)}

I was touched deeply by its look and the way it behaved. The sound of its fluttering still echoed somewhere in my ears and the images rose before my eyes time and again. I smiled, so did my whole family. My aunt called it God’s wish. My parents called it a Spirit of my grandmother. By then, I was too amazed to give it a proper name.

Vividly, the images of her fresh fingerprints and the mysterious bound feet in gray shoes appeared in my mind when I thought of her now and then. Sometimes they blurred in my dreams, like an abstract photo or movie, replaying over and over again.

* * * * *

There, too many questions occupied my head. More and more question marks that I didn’t understand and couldn’t find the answers. If I asked my parents, they would just say, It’s your grandma, as they told my curious brother. No more talking, respect it and let your grandmother rest in heaven with your grandfather, they marked it by rapping with the chopsticks on their hands. So I buried all the questions deeply into my mind and believed one day, the books would tell me.

The books would tell everything as long as you study in the school, I muttered as I often did.

But the books just say, Don’t believe in any superstitions, don’t believe in any ghost. The books don’t explain, Why. The books just tell me Do this and do that, don’t do this and don’t do that. But the books seldom answered my questions.

After years of school life I found the textbooks were more useful for the countless examinations than what you need in reality. Apart from the textbooks and some other books good for the tests, no other books were allowed in the school before college. No library, no computer either. Oh, there was one room called a library in my high school, but all were rubbish propaganda with all forms of Maoism and Deng Xiaoping Theory. Such as “Long life Mao Zedong Thought” or “Capitalism is bound to perish, and Socialism will replace Capitalism” or “All reactionaries are paper tigers”.  No one ever bothered to borrow anything but some old, useless magazines. Until college, in the library there, finally I started reading some literary books which I found made me feel at home.

Since then, I would rather call the butterfly supernatural.

As through time passing, many complex feelings emerged in my mind and a simple light formed and reflected in my eyes. All told me, that a huge mountain was heavily falling and invisibly pressing down on me and my family.

And the only way that I could go out and see the other side of the mountain was, as I believed, Knowledge changes fate.

The End of The Extract!

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