Under the Blanket
When I was a child, my favorite part of the day began when everyone else had fallen asleep. I would hide under my blanket with a flashlight in one hand and a book in the other, afraid my mother would open the door and find me awake past midnight. The world around me was quiet, but the one inside the pages was bright and alive. Reading was my secret act of resistance against routine—it was the only moment I felt entirely on my own. Unlike television, which offered ready-made images, books asked me to imagine. They demanded that I build the world myself, word by word, sound by sound.
The Cucumber Scene
The book that defined this ritual was Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. I first read it in middle school, a time when every day felt packed and mechanical. The story was slow, melancholic, and strangely still, but within its silence I found comfort. I remember one scene vividly: someone eating a cucumber beside a sick patient.
“I could hear the crisp, wet sound as the person bit into it, the contrast between the freshness of that sound and the stillness of the sickroom struck me. I remember thinking that sound alone was enough to sustain life”
(Norwegian Wood 189). That line stunned me. For the first time, I felt that words could be as physical as sound, as tactile as touch. I could almost hear the bite, smell the coolness, and see the water glisten on the cucumber’s skin.
Hearing Through the Page
I never understood why that passage about the cucumber felt so alive until many years later, when I came across Marshall McLuhan’s description of the acoustic space. McLuhan writes that before writing was invented, “we lived in acoustic space, where the Eskimo now lives: boundless, directionless, horizonless, the dark of the mind, the world of emotion” (Understanding Media 41). Reading that, I realized what I had experienced as a child was a glimpse of that space. While reading Norwegian Wood, I was not only seeing words—I was hearing, smelling, and feeling them. The page was no longer flat or silent; it surrounded me, like sound. In the acoustic space, McLuhan explains, perception is simultaneous. The senses work together, not in isolation. Looking back, I understand that books once offered me that same immersive totality, a way of knowing that modern media rarely afford. Today, I scroll or listen, but seldom feel. When media speak only to the eyes or the ears, as McLuhan warns, perception becomes linear, reduced, and disembodied.
The Depth of Words
What draws me to language is the way it conceals its complexity beneath simplicity. Visual media reveals everything at once, leaving little room for the mind to wander; words ask us to linger. They depend on absence, on what they withhold. That tension—between precision and uncertainty—is what gives language its life. It moves in suggestion rather than display, always half-lit, always inviting us to imagine the rest.. When I open Norwegian Wood I feel as if I’ve stepped into a quiet bar where the air is thick with cigarette smoke and jazz. The words don’t describe the place; they become it. This is what Sherry Turkle means when she says that evocative objects are “things we think with” (Evocative Objects 5). My book is one such object. It doesn’t just tell me stories—it creates a space in which memory, imagination, and feeling mingle, like the indistinct murmur of voices in a room.
Language as Mediation
Turkle argues that evocative objects “mediate between thought and feeling,” serving as psychological anchors that help us navigate transitions in life (6). It reminded me that media are not only about meaning, but about mood and texture—the spaces they open within us. To read was to enter that space, to feel the air of another world pressing gently against my own.
Reading as a Bodily Act
As Bernadette Wegenstein notes, media are “continuous with the human nervous system” (Critical Terms for Media Studies 29). Reading, in that sense, is a bodily act: the rhythm of the sentence, the quiet of the page, the slight movement of the eye all contribute to an embodied way of knowing.
Walter Benjamin might call this the aura of reading—the singular, unrepeatable encounter between reader and text (“The Work of Art” 220). My copy of Norwegian Wood, its softened spine and underlined phrases, still carries that aura. It is both material and emotional, both object and atmosphere. In contrast, the media that fill my days now—scrolling feeds, short videos, fleeting audio—rarely offer that sustained, resonant attention. As Wendy Hui Kyong Chun observes, digital culture produces “enduring ephemeral” experiences that promise connection yet dissipate almost instantly (Updating to Remain the Same 59). Reading resists that speed. It slows perception, allowing thought to settle, memory to form, and the senses to reconnect.
Memory That Stays
Even now, when I open it, I can still hear that crisp, wet sound of the cucumber echoing faintly in the quiet. Since then, no image on a screen has stayed with me in the same way. Digital scenes fade as quickly as they appear, but that moment—the sound of the cucumber in the still air—remains exact, as if preserved in the rhythm of the page itself.
Works Cited
Benjamin, W. (2002). The work of art in the age of its technological reproducibility. In H. Eiland & M. W. Jennings (Eds.), Selected writings, Volume 3: 1935–1938 (pp. 101–133). Harvard University Press.
Chun, W. H. K. (2016). Updating to remain the same: Habitual new media. MIT Press.
McLuhan, M. (1964). Understanding media: The extensions of man. McGraw-Hill.
Murakami, H. (2000). Norwegian wood (J. Rubin, Trans.). Vintage International.
Turkle, S. (2007). What makes an object evocative? In S. Turkle (Ed.), Evocative objects: Things we think with (pp. 307–327). MIT Press. https://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctt5hhg8p.39
Wegenstein, B. (2010). Body. In W. J. T. Mitchell & M. B. N. Hansen (Eds.), Critical terms for media studies (pp. 19–34). University of Chicago Press.
Written by Nicole






