Last time (yesterday, haha), I wrote about my postcard obsession. Today, I just want to share a tiny tradition I've been sticking to: sending postcards to my favourite author, Kazuo Ishiguro. Now, obviously, I have no idea where he lives, but I do know the address of his publisher. I don't think, of course, that any of my postcards ever actually reach him, but as I make many (if not all) of my postcards quite odd-looking (and tend to stick-glue-seal anything and everything on them), I would love to know that someone over there is having a good time reading my cards. I'd feel pretty content if that were the case.
Sometimes I have quite a lot to tell Mr. Ishiguro, about literature, my impressions, or the impact of his writings on me. But sometimes all I want to do is tell him what I had for breakfast. I also like treating him as if we were friends (delusion at its finest), as though he knew everyone in my life with all the gossip going around. I enjoy writing things like 'You wouldn't believe what the barista at Starbucks has just told me...' I bet that poor editors and publishing people over there are like "ah it's that crazy soul again, that weirdo sending postcards to Mr. Ishiguro." - How come they never answer me????
I thought about this and thought hard - and ended up with the conclusion that I'd like to start a monthly series here, called Postcard of the Month, where I send one card to him every month - and share it here with whoever might be interested. I hope it will make someone smile. And just imagine Mr. Ishiguro stumbling over this very post and calling his publisher with some apparent dismay in his voice:
'How come I've never gotten any of those chaotic postcards?'
'We didn't think it would be of any interest to you, Sir,' they'd say.
'Well, how wrong you were!'
Here, he'd slam the receiver. (Because in my head he uses a landline phone, of course. That's, because he's stylish.)
Alright. Enough of nonsense. Here's the little card I'm sending him this month (it is from the lovely IMPACT Shop in Budapest, find them here:
My message:
And after all this, I actually decided to put the card in an envelope - so, this happened:
And this is how I imagine us. (Because we all do have that one, glorious dream-world, where we'd be our favourite person's favourite person, haha...):
We'd understand each other, I just know... Anyway. Goodbye for today, lovelies, as an Irish psychic friend of mine would say...
Hugs from the Fearless Frock.:)
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