Nick Jaina's Blog
May 10, 2020
I Wrote a Novel
I wrote a novel. It is called Hitomi. Let me tell you about it.
It is a story about falling in love, but unlike so many stories of falling in love, it is mostly the falling. Not hitting the ground. Not linking arms with someone. Falling like Alice fell down the rabbit hole. "So is this the new normal now?"
It is also about the flip side of the coin of falling in love, which is falling into grief. But, again, a grief without a floor. A grief you cannot touch, you cannot wail at, cannot beat fists upon. A formless grief like a sheet flapping on a clothesline in the rain.
It is also a story about music. About loving music despite being so exhausted by following music around the country, of having to endure loud, pointless bands in stupid bars in Philadelphia. Amazing how many bad iterations of music you can hear and you never stop believing in Music, the thing that can save you. They could all be bad, every song you hear past age 17, and yet you'd still believe, somehow. That is quite a belief, considering that many people cast out one religion if one overbearing speaker says the word "saved" too much.
Hitomi is the name of the novel. It is a soft adventure, a quiet, internal journey, couple with an actual external journey.
You can order it from my website at nickjaina.com
Nick JainaHitomi
It is a story about falling in love, but unlike so many stories of falling in love, it is mostly the falling. Not hitting the ground. Not linking arms with someone. Falling like Alice fell down the rabbit hole. "So is this the new normal now?"
It is also about the flip side of the coin of falling in love, which is falling into grief. But, again, a grief without a floor. A grief you cannot touch, you cannot wail at, cannot beat fists upon. A formless grief like a sheet flapping on a clothesline in the rain.
It is also a story about music. About loving music despite being so exhausted by following music around the country, of having to endure loud, pointless bands in stupid bars in Philadelphia. Amazing how many bad iterations of music you can hear and you never stop believing in Music, the thing that can save you. They could all be bad, every song you hear past age 17, and yet you'd still believe, somehow. That is quite a belief, considering that many people cast out one religion if one overbearing speaker says the word "saved" too much.
Hitomi is the name of the novel. It is a soft adventure, a quiet, internal journey, couple with an actual external journey.
You can order it from my website at nickjaina.com
Nick JainaHitomi
