Showing posts with label Blunt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blunt. Show all posts

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Unbearable Lightness of Being - Q2-Q4

Continuing from where I left off, the book is quite on a different level than the others which I read. My friend had said, 'it is not a quite a fiction, it has so many explanations that it tends to get a wee boring', which is not quite unacceptable, but then I didn't feel the same way when I read it. Maybe it appealed to me in a very different way. It was like i didn't want to imagine with the writer while reading the book,i wanted explanations as and when I was in that situation and that is why I was reading the book. I didn't want to imagine, as my friend wanted to do in a novel, in a fiction.

And so, the explanations which he gives, are so apt, so logically sound and rational, He redefines the whole base of reason and certainty. The sexual fears, its relations to everyday life and the relation ship fears and the various phases a person goes through, are written down well. philosophically, it is a wonderful book. it might not appeal to someone who would assume to be in a culture shock on reading a book with so many infidelities, passages and metaphors about shit, being in a toilet and vomiting compared with sex. It might get too much. But the whole description of it all is very nicely done.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The White Tiger

Adiga - Not so much a hero, but anyways, a star

I registered a lot of negative responses about the book winning the Booker Prize, which is why I felt like reviewing the book.

The day I read about the book in the Times, as he had described it, I just wanted to read the book then and there. The next time I was at a book sellor, I bought the copy (pirated) and started on my journey.
I enjoyed it. I wouldn't dare say that the book was as good to be a prize winner. Anyways, I would like you to go a little deeper than it seems. The book doesn't offer a literary delight, or subtlety in any manner whatsoever. It is supposed to be crude. The flow cannot be uniform with other aspirations.

There are very few characters in the book. And majority of them are typical. The only significant one is the villager, his attitude, and his language is potrayed with as transparency and astuteness as possible. Its about how he's stuck within his family ties, and their traditions, serving the urban lifegiver. The concept of the Rooster Coup is nicely expressed, through the story.

Every Indian doesn't go through the deals the driver went through. Some percentage do. And those percentage may/may not think in that fashion. However, the anguish and the breakdown is perfectly justified. And in this manner, rather, the entrepreneurship has been defined and imbibed into the character. Also, there were quite few tinges of the reporter in the narration.
The light hearted ness of the whole episode in the end is nicely done, it almost feels like an anti-climax.

I loved the book the day I read it, but as I thought over it, within a week I was not so much in admiration with the book. There is nothing more than the story, the truths about the strangled desires, and the inability to be able to unshackle them and how even such a thought would be criminal. But then, I think the potrayal of such a feeling to people outside, who can't imagine how the plight of a 'low' class individual without any honour whatsoever is. The whole concept of freedom is given a new expression. It reminds me of 1984 in an non-obvious way.
 


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