Sunday, September 20, 2009

Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol


Picked up this book...pretty excited about it. Post Angels and Demons, Brown's narrative gets stale. I didn't like Deception Point and Digital Fortress that much after getting familiar with Brown's walking talking running jumping encyclopaedic archeaophiles. After boosting tourist traffic in France and Italy, Brown is all set to do his bit for the American economy albeit with a lethal dash of action, suspense and drama. Strangely, the book jacket doesn't mention any female character akin to Sophie Neveu, Vittoria Vetra, Rachel Sexton and Susan Fletcher. Wonder who the heroine in this one is. Will get back after I complete it.


Cheerio:)

Sunday, September 13, 2009


At first you smile amusingly...
Then turn away expecting not to return..
Browse through the treasures on the burdened shelves.
Come back and now pick it up.
Run your fingers on the shiny silver cover.
Read the abstract.
Then keep it back. After much wrangling, I purchase
"The Curious Case of 221 B--The Secret Notebooks of John H. Watson, MD" by Partha Basu.
I am a Sherlock Holmes fan--maybe not the ultimate fan nevertheless a fan. I've read the Complete Works umpteen number of times and am still filled with foreboding at the Hound; marvel at the peeling away of the Study in Scarlet and smirk at the pathetic bufoon in the Blue Carbuncle. Enough rambling.

The Curious Case of 221 B etc etc shifts your perpective to the female characters. Partha Basu creates rounded personalities in Irene Adler, Frances Carfax, Kitty Winter, Gemma Gold aka Violet Smith. These non-consequential heroines who have been dismissed as scheming or naive (with the exception of Irene Adler) have got their say back at Holmes. The notebooks are engaging while the narrative tries to build up stamina.
Enjoyed the read.
Cheers!





Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Writers [on Writing]


Found an arresting idea in the essay by Rick Bass.


"...Ortega y Gassett said...the prey, with its flight, fairly summons the predator..."


Hmm!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Crisis of Boredom


Started reading John Keay's China- A History and am getting nowhere with it. It's been four weeks and the bookmark's still stuck at Page 121. From what I have understood till now, Chinese history is only about the kings and warlords. The people feature too albeit as worker ants vulnerable to massacre and calamities. So I am putting this tome aside for lighter entertaining gruesome reading.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Coincidence

--talk about it.  I am reading Night Train to Lisbon by Pascal Mercier.  It is a novel that involves a lot of reflection on the life one has settled in.  As I was reading through, I realized that the story was similar to the certainty principle elaborated in Mark Tully's book I've written about below.  


Raimund Gregorius, a professor of classical languages has been living a mundane routine life till the moment a beautiful lady crosses his path.  She utters the magical word, "Portuguese", and this drives the professor to travel all the way from Bern to Lisbon.  No, he isn't searching for her.  This chance encounter with the Portuguese lady leads him to a bookstore where he gets enthralled by the words of Amadeu de Prado.   Raimund begins to question whether the life he has led all these years is his life as wants to continue till he dies.  

I shall write more about it once I've completed reading it.

Cheers!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Love Song to India


India’s Unending Journey by Mark Tully is a love story of uncertainties and paradoxes that abound in India.  While the globe is teetering on the edge of energy and food crises, countries –developed or developing—are trying to find a balance between unbridled expansion of trade and keeping the planet safe for generations to come.  “Nothing is constant but change,” said one wise person, and so true it is. 

India has always been a kaleidoscopic fascination for the West, in spite of the servile nature of India during the British Raj, the abject poverty post-Independence and the current trend of migration to other parts of the globe, particularly the United States.  Walt Whitman and Emerson, iconic figures in American culture, drew inspiration and truth from Indian spiritual texts.  It was the German scholars who managed to decipher the ancient Sanskrit texts. 

For hundreds of years, the developed world saw the average Indian as a

half-naked fakir on a bed of nails or a snake-charmer lost in the throes of his flute.  Today the 21st century has brought about a change in the world’s outlook towards India.  Today it feels exhilarated as well as threatened by the Indian IT worker, the scientist, the researcher, the manager.  With leaps and bounds in economic progress, how does India maintain a balance between new wave consumerism and the irreducible spirituality embedded in the Indian subconscious?

 “This book is about the uncertainty of certainty, about accepting the limits of what we know, and being willing to question our beliefs…”

 Tully lauds the virtues of pluralism without ignoring its manipulations and dangers.  Regarding fundamentalism, Tully reiterates the clash of civilizations that Samuel Huntington wrote about in the beginning of the 21st century.  I would like to present here a poignant question Karen Armstrong has posed:

 “Shouldn’t the United States and Europe take the time to consider whether their culture might appear to be aggressive to Muslims, just as Islam appears to be aggressive to them?”

 I have recently read US presidential candidate Barack Obama’s Blueprint for Change.  In his ‘Plan to Secure America and Restore Our Standing’, Obama talks about fighting terrorism and “…reaffirm American values.”  I pray that he has a sensible policy towards the Iraq and Iran issue keeping in mind the sensitive ground he is treading on.

 Tully has extended his love song to the Indian ethos be it the corruption or the bombings or the secularism that exists in India.  After all, he says, India knits all communities together and no matter what, they re-unite after a violent hiatus.  Corruption, which walks along the corridors of power and government offices, has been dealt with disinterestedly and pragmatically.  For instance, when speaking about the Union Minister for Railways, Mr. Lalu Prasad Yadav, turning the loss-making Indian Railways into a thriving profitable national asset, Tully quotes Lalu;

             If you don’t milk the cow fully, it falls sick.”

It is surprising though, to see that Tully has called cricket our national game when it is not so.  Perhaps, hockey has really taken such a beating this year that it is on the verge of being erased from public memory.

Another issue that seems to peeve Tully is the hype on products of B-schools.  He states 

            “It is a culture that believes business is a science whose findings are as conclusive as those of the physical sciences and therefore, like them, should not be questioned.”           

Finally he ends with Varanasi, one of the oldest cities in the world.  It is a confluence of Hinduism and Islam and no where can we find a better co-existence.  When the bomb blasts occurred on 7th March, 2006, the Mahant of the Sankat Mochan temple, Veer Bhadra Mishra, and the Mufti of Varanasi, Abdul Batin Nomani together maintained harmony and prevented any faction from stoking communal fires.

All in all, a great book understanding what India does not represent and acknowledging that India is always in a state of flux.  That is its strength.

Sir Mark Tully, born in Calcutta in 1935, was Chief of Bureau of BBC, New Delhi.  He was awarded the Padma Bhushan in 2005, and knighted in 2002.  He has written several books on India, including No Full Stops in India, India in Slow Motion (with Gillian Wright) and The Heart of India.

 

 

Monday, April 28, 2008

Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts

It took me a real long time to pick up Shantaram. It would stare at me from the bestselling section of Crosswords and I would pick it up, read the back cover and put in my basket along with a dozen other books to spend some time with. At the end, it would still be in the basket while I walked with one or two other selections to the counter. I guess the rejecting factor was the size of it--a whopping 936-page novel in fine print.

Nevertheless, "que sera sera...", I finally bought it and was instantly hooked from page 1 till I orphaned it in the rickshaw on my way to office. I couldn't bear to miss out on the book. So I picked up another copy and read it to its end.

Shantaram is a novel about an Australian convict hiding out in Mumbai. While he is at it, he learns Marathi and Hindi (complete with its vulgar words), starts a cholera clinic while living in squalor in a slum and indulges in the foreign currency black market before being arrested and thrown into an Indian prison. His rollercoaster life then takes a sinister twist when he joins Khader's underworld and eventually the mujahadeen in Afghanistan. Amidst all this, he finds time for love and not once wavers from loving all around him, be it his well-wishers or his torturers. The reader is fully supplied with doses of masala, romance, action, machoism, philosophy and history. The last bit did not strike a chord with me--I wonder why did Roberts have to include a lot of history about Indira Gandhi in the conversation between him and Didier.

Here's one of the excerpts to the existential astrophysics of our lives. Lin is questioning his own actions in the light of good and evil and Khader gently gives him this--

As the universe expanded and cooled down, these very tiny bits of things came together
to make particles. Then the particles came together to make the first of the atoms. Then
the atoms came together to make molecules. Then the molecules came together to make
the first of the stars. Those first stars went through their cycles, and exploded in a shower
of new atoms. The new atoms came together to make more stars and planets. All the
stuff we are made of came from those dying stars. We are made out of stars, you and I.
Do you agree with me so far?


Apart from it being a saga of one man scuttling around in search of identity and freedom, the consistent strain running through each facet of protagonist Lin's life is the affirmation of love and the indomitable human spirit. And which better place in the world to set it at than the hustling bustling chaotic rush of Mumbai.




 
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