じゃあ、まず、ミックシで写真を添付して、ごらんください：）そして、今ミシガン州にいる。ちょっと、勤めてなくて家族と湖国に休んでいる。この家、僕のおじいさんは１９２０年ぐらい建って、そのとき以来毎夏に家族がミシガンに会ってある。僕は２５日までミシガンにいったら、写真アルバムを作るつもりで休みのうちにいろいろの写真をアップロードします。じゃあ、日本語がわるくなってきたから、英語にスイッチしちゃう〜
Whew, OK,
Well drove out to Michigan to chill with the family for a good bit of July. Left Boulder on the fourth with Taylor and we started the book Shantaram on audio CD. It's very interesting but we could only get through about 12 discs out of the 35 that consist of the unabridged novel. So as we planned it we would listen on our own during our stay at the cottage. But since we were about half way into the 12th or 13th disc we decided to listen together on the steroe in the living room. And since everyone in my family has at least started, finished or at least picked up the book my grandmother, 90 some odd years, decided to join my sister and I for the reading. Sure enough, not more than two minutes into the narrative, the story takes a turn toward the erotic. The gist of the part is that the main character is waiting in an apartment with a prostitute, Lisa, he has just rescued from the whorehouse. She begins to get drunk, and seduce the main character, Lin, by ripping her shirt open and pulling his hands between her legs.
At this point the awkwardness in the room was nearing its peak, and my sister taking the initiative, nonchalantly (as nonchalantly as one can be in such a situation) turned the stereo off. All was good and well until my grandmother reached down to pick up a paper copy of the novel and proceed to find where it was we had left off.
"What was the last thing we heard?" she asked flipping through the thick paperback.
"Uh, something about the games they used to play in the whorehouse." my sister replied, trying to sound uninterested in continuing the issue.
"She pulled the silk jacket open until she was quite naked, touching at her breasts..." my grandmother continued to read, "Did we hear this?"
"Yes!" we yelled in an impatient plea to stop this bizarre and twisted event that was turning into some sort of old fashioned storytime reading gone horribly awry.
"Well, we exactly did we leave off?" she persisted. "She drew up her knees, and her legs parted. My hand was drawn to the lips of her vagina, heavy swollen and wet." she continued.
"Whoah- Ok thats about right." my sister said in disbelief. We both looked at each other with expressions more telling had we witnessed some miracle.
"Is this really happening?" was the thought playing in both our minds. The very absurdity of the situation was too much to react in any logical way except to bail. And thats how we escaped. No polite words, no escape, just "gotta get out of here!" was our only move.
I had considered myself comfortable with many things by this point in my life, but this has to be one of the most ill prepared moments I have ever found myself in. Not only had it been bad enough listening to the graphic events full blast on the radio in front of my grandmother, but to then have her, from her own mouth, recite the words was in its own way too funny, and too unbearable to believe.
I think I'll continue the rest of the book in my headphones...
