I've noticed that I'm really into "ethnic literature". I used to dodge such works of fiction because I've always felt like I wouldn't be able to relate to it. But in the last few years or so I have been swimming in a sea of multi-lingual books. I'm especially fond of Russian literature, contemporary Chinese fiction, and African-American anthologies. True, I might not be able to relate to the cultural references in these works but what I find most satisfying is finding universal truths in the beautiful prose of such writings. It's an anthropological journey and at the same time an enlightening experience. Within a single paragraph I find the humanity this fast-paced modern world lacks. Words filled with passion, humility, tragedy, ecstasy, and wisdom that surpass transcontinental borders become embedded in my own soul and with that I feel more and more like a human-being. As we grow older and rack up more mileage in this journey through life we begin to find common ground, common experiences, with each other. The human experience--that is what great literature can convey.
