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"Still not going back to school, I see."<br />
"I'm never going back," I confess.<br />
"A library's a pretty good alternative, then," he says. He turns around to<br />
check the time on the clock behind him, then goes back to his reading.<br />
I head off to the reading room and back to Arabian Nights. Like always, once<br />
I settle down and start flipping pages, I can't stop. The Burton edition has all<br />
the stories I remember reading as a child, but they're longer, with more episodes<br />
and plot twists, and so much more absorbing that it's hard to believe they're the<br />
same. They're full of obscene, violent, sexual, basically outrageous scenes. Like<br />
the genie in the bottle they have this sort of vital, living sense of play, of<br />
<strong>free</strong>dom, that <strong>com</strong>mon sense can't keep bottled up. I love it and can't let go.<br />
Compared to those faceless hordes of people rushing through the train station,<br />
these crazy, preposterous stories of a thousand years ago are, at least to me,<br />
much more real. How that's possible, I don't know. It's pretty weird.<br />
At one o'clock I go out to the garden again, sit on the porch, and eat my<br />
lunch. I'm about halfway done when Oshima <strong>com</strong>es over and says I have a phone call.<br />
"A phone call?" I say, at a loss for words. "For me?"<br />
"As long as your name's Kafka Tamura."<br />
I blush, get to my feet, and take the cordless phone from him.<br />
It's the girl at the front desk at the hotel, most likely checking to see if<br />
I'm really doing research at the library. She sounds relieved to find out I hadn't<br />
lied to her. "I talked with the manager," she says, "and he said they've never<br />
done this before, but seeing as how you're young and there are special<br />
circumstances, he'll make an exception and let you stay at the rate the YMCA<br />
arranged for you. We're not so busy right now, he said, so we can bend the rules a<br />
bit. He also said that library's supposed to be really nice, so he hopes you'll be<br />
able to take your time and do as much research as you need to."<br />
I breathe a sigh of relief and thank her. I feel a little bad about lying,<br />
but there's not much I can do about it. I've got to bend some rules myself if I<br />
want to survive. I hang up and hand the phone back to Oshima.<br />
"You're the only high school student who <strong>com</strong>es here, so I figured it must be<br />
for you," he says. "I told her you're here from morning till night, your nose<br />
stuck in a <strong>book</strong>. Which is true."<br />
"Thanks," I tell him.<br />
"Kafka Tamura?"<br />
"That's my name."<br />
"Kind of strange."<br />
"Well, that's my name," I insist.<br />
"I assume you've read some of Kafka's stories?"<br />
I nod. "The Castle, and The Trial, 'The Metamorphosis,' plus that weird<br />
story about an execution device."<br />
"'In the Penal Colony,'" Oshima says. "I love that story. Only Kafka could<br />
have written that."<br />
"That's my favorite of his short stories."<br />
"No kidding?"<br />
I nod.<br />
"Why's that?"<br />
It takes me a while to gather my thoughts. "I think what Kafka does is give<br />
a purely mechanical explanation of that <strong>com</strong>plex machine in the story, as sort of a<br />
substitute for explaining the situation we're in. What I mean is..." I have to<br />
give it some more thought. "What I mean is, that's his own device for explaining<br />
the kind of lives we lead. Not by talking about our situation, but by talking<br />
about the details of the machine."<br />
"That makes sense," Oshima says and lays a hand on my shoulder, the gesture<br />
natural, and friendly. "I imagine Franz Kafka would agree with you."<br />
He takes the cordless phone and disappears back into the building. I stay on<br />
the veranda for a while, finishing my lunch, drinking my mineral water, watching<br />
the birds in the garden. For all I know they're the same birds from yesterday. The