After reading The Housekeeper And The Professor (some words taken from the book, not mine).
(Yoko Ogawa’s English translation of Japanese book “The Housekeeper And The Professor” is highly recommended. Sensitive writing with brilliant translation by Stephen Snyder. Check these lines: "In my imagination, I saw the creator of the universe sitting in some distant corner of the sky, weaving pattern of delicate lace so fine that even the faintest light would shown through it. The lace stretches out infinitely in every direction, billowing gently in the cosmic breeze. You want disparately to touch it, hold it up to the light, rub it against your cheek. And all we ask is to be able to re-create the pattern, weave it again with numbers, somehow, in our own language; to make even the tiniest fragment our own, to bring it back to earth". Her concern in most of her writing is about fragilities of memories. “The Memory Police” is next one on my reading list)
