While on vacation last week, I finished reading "When You Are Engulfed in Flames," by David Sedaris. I've read everything Sedaris has published -- some of you may know him as the brother of Amy Sedaris or maybe you were in the audience with me when he came to downtown Sacramento to speak at the Crest Theatre last year. I always learn something from him -- such as did you know if you fell from a 10-story building and landed on your back that your eyeballs would pop out of your head? Yeah, it's true. He spent time at the coroner's office. Those eyeballs end up dangling like those cartoon character eyeballs, BAZOOKA.
I was telling my husband about a passage in the book about when Sedaris decided to quit smoking. His solution was to move to Tokyo for 3 months, rent an apartment and take Japanese language classes. That sounded like a logical solution to me, but my husband thinks he will go back to smoking because, as he put it, who would do such a thing? Well, I might. If I was a smoker who wanted to quit, moving to Japan might do it.
Sedaris says you can't be direct with Japanese people because they are offended. He says if you want to know the time, then you should ask a person if he or she has a watch. If you want to borrow money, then you ask if he or she has any money. You don't come right out and state your question point blank because it needs to be delivered in a softer, non-threatening manner that will let the recipient figure out what you are trying to say and answer in his or her own sweet way.
As we were discussing this, a very old man of Japanese ancestry walked into our restaurant. He wore faded blue jeans, sensible flat shoes, dark socks, a plaid shirt and small hat with a brim. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this guy, he was like a walking wall of lean muscle, moving slowly yet very erect. He joined a group of other people, and carefully sat at the head of the table. It might have been his birthday.
I leaned over to my husband and whispered, "I really want to ask him how old he is because he looks like he could be 102." Given the recent nature of our discussion, my husband waved his fingers toward the other table as though he was shoo-shooing me away. To avoid offending this elderly gentleman, in keeping with the passive / aggressive nature Sedaris claims is inherent in the people of Japan, my husband suggested I get up and go ask, "Are you alive?"
The Short Sale, by Elizabeth Weintraub, coming from publisher Archer Ellison in January 2009.
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