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Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>261</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8976149599088466171</id><published>2012-01-28T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:40:46.638+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobel Prize winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luigi Pirandello'/><title type='text'>Six Characters in Search of an Author and Other Plays - Luigi Pirandello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zx6GyUxbh0/TyQsARNgw5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1qIGvlSv1Kg/s1600/Six+Characters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zx6GyUxbh0/TyQsARNgw5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1qIGvlSv1Kg/s200/Six+Characters.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luigi Pirandello, Italian Play-wright was in the fore front in establishing the direction of 20th century drama and theater. To many one of the initial practitioner of the 'modernism' in literature and a strong leader of the 'absurdist' plays. Winner of the nobel Prize in 1924, pretty son after two of his most reputed and celebrated plays were written and staged in 1921. Haven't read none of his works earlier, this compilation of the-most-known plays of Luigi Pirandello was a welcome receipt. I had to make some amends to my rather poor reading of plays in general. Three plays, translated by Mark Musa is compiled in this book. His most famous and controversial "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_Characters_in_Search_of_an_Author"&gt;Six Characters in Search of an Author&lt;/a&gt;", &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enrico_IV"&gt;Henri IV&lt;/a&gt; and "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cos%C3%AC_%C3%A8_(Se_Vi_Pare)"&gt;So it is (of you think so)"&lt;/a&gt; are considered some of his best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Six Characters..., starts with the the rehearsal of one of Pirandello's play by his theater group with the director leading the artists and the support staff to the stage. Six characters , member of a family literally invade the stage, demanding their story to be taken up and written. The leader of them, the Father, tells the director that their story is unrealised and they need some one to conclude. Intrigued by the scenario, Director give them the chance to narrate. The family story of betray and the complex relationship between father, mother, their son, the second marriage of the mother and her daughter all comes at once to narrate their part of the tale. The act of switching between the characters and the actors who are expected to portray them begin. the reality and the realisation now get entangled, as the characters wanted them to be appropriately portrayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cant you see all the trouble lies here ! In the words ! All of us have a world full of things inside us, each of us his own world of things! How can we understand one another, sir, if in the words I speak I put the meaning and the value of things as I myself see them, while the one who listens inevitably takes them according to the meaning and the value he has in himself of the world he has inside of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The play is more than the structural and theatrical possibility of the extension of the boundaries of the stage. To me it also examines the unknown or unspoken relationship between the characters, the actors who portray them, the theater hands including the director and the audience. In the whole sequence of performance, each owe to play their own parts to perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to Pirandello, the interpreted meaning of the characters being portrayed on stage has more truth than the character's reality. Its is the realization of the characters through the artist completes their existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;miracle of a reality that is born, evoked,attracted and formed on the stage itself and which has more right to live here than all of you, because it is much truer than you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But for an author, he only have to let the characters do the task of telling the story, he is merely someone who documents what the characters do independently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When characters are alive, truly alive before their author, he has only to follow them in their words and actions which they precisely suggest to him... When the character is born, he immediately assumes so much independence, even from his own author..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the theatrical experiment, Six characters has much larger scope of expansion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Henri IV ( enrico IV ) , looks at the madness of an actor resulted from a fatal fall from the horse. Believing himself to be the 11th century King Henri IV, he was looked after under a closely guarded room, with his relatives imbibing the appropriate characters to match his illusion. Having spent 20 years thus, his family is trying to revive him and bring him back to normalcy, with the help of a doctor. As the scene progresses, it become unclear to the readers and audience, on who is insane. Henri IV, declares to his helpers that he is indeed sane, and he is getting the rest to act to his will by behaving this way and he believe it is better to act insane in the 20th century and live in the world created by him, than to live among the others who believe themselves to be sane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am cured because I know how to play the part of the madman to perfection, right here; and I do it quietly. The trouble with you is that you live in your own madness with such agitation that you do not even know of see it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The subject is very interesting and can be interpreted and modelled to the time and place of its stage. Once you are prepared to play the role of insane, the rest appears to be in your control. It is you who decide the roles and actions of those around you. So, for the 'Henri IV' , he prefer to remain insane, even after he reveal his true nature to his assistants. Now, the true nature is known, he goes back to the role he chose for himself. I find this idea brilliant and the narrative multi layered and with scope of multiple scope of interpretation and understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it is, tracks the Ponza family mystery through the prying and curious eyes of the town people. Ponza, moving into the town as a clerk to the Governor , having lost the entire relatives in a natural disaster. He also brings his mother in law to the town and place her in the room in the same compound as his superior. He along with his wife moves into an apartment located in the 9th floor of a nearby building. The rumour spread on the mother and daughter and their relation. According to the gossip, mother and daughter do not meet each other and the son, being the only link between them divides his time between the mother-in-law and his wife. Various theories emerge and the lady folks in town in general are curious. It is now become the responsibility of the authorities to demystify this to the public. The complication starts with the version of mother in law and the Son, both claiming the other to be mentally instable and they are acting this way to keep the other in their current belief. Ponza claims that the lady's daughter, whom he had married, had died long ago and he had married for second time. however, knowing the medical condition of his erstwhile mother-in-law, he wants to keep things as it is with the lady, pretending to be married to her daughter. Bringing them together, can unveil the whole build up thus causing unwanted issue. However, according to the mother-in-law, the illness is to the son, and her daughter and she had planned to this to keep him sane, getting him married to the same women twice. As the listeners are divided in their opinion, convinced with the respective versions, the Governor now get involved to solve the mystery, summoning the wife of Ponza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pirandello is a master in extending the possibilities of the stage beyond its construct. Six characters explore this possibility brilliantly. The characters and audience and the behind the stage hands all become part of the experiment. Characters claims that they have an identity and the artists are only trying to portray only part of it. Written almost a century ago, and having seen its imitation in various forms, I thought it still has a freshness that is unique. Henri IV, to me stands much better in terms of its adaptability and interpretation. The often blurred line of sanity and insanity is examined here brilliantly through the character Henri IV. Who is acting sane and who is really insane is becoming subjective to the time, space and the situation. 'So it is' is more dramatic and appears as cheap suspense thriller. It goes through the melodrama , the anti-climax and the reflection on the of the society ( which is not new) in typical theatrical style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both Six characters and Henri IV is written after some he had some personal tragedies. His daughter attempted suicide and his wife went insane towards the end of second decade of the 1900s. These personal tragedies supposed to have hugely influenced his creative output during which some of his all time great works are originated. Outstanding..&lt;/div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Characters-Search-Penguin-Twentieth-Century-Classics/dp/014018922X"&gt;Six Characters in Search of an Author and Other Plays&lt;/a&gt; ( 1921)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luigi_Pirandello"&gt;Luigi Pirandello&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Italian by Mark Musa 1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;206 Pages&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8976149599088466171?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8976149599088466171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8976149599088466171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8976149599088466171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8976149599088466171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2012/01/six-characters-in-search-of-author-and.html' title='Six Characters in Search of an Author and Other Plays - Luigi Pirandello'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zx6GyUxbh0/TyQsARNgw5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1qIGvlSv1Kg/s72-c/Six+Characters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8322845055581513309</id><published>2012-01-26T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:46:11.017+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manlio Argueta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Salvador'/><title type='text'>One Day of Life - Manlio Argueta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gor0EcEDCU/TyFDlBbJ_nI/AAAAAAAAASw/L82zZHk0UKY/s1600/One+day+of+life.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gor0EcEDCU/TyFDlBbJ_nI/AAAAAAAAASw/L82zZHk0UKY/s1600/One+day+of+life.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have an affinity for political novels, especially if they are of the nature of struggle and fight against oppression and authoritarian violence. I haven't known this writer earlier, and this seems to be the only novel written by him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day of Life, takes through the events that happens in a day to the family of Lupe ( Guadelupe Guardado) , a 45 year old grand mother, living in a provincial village in the interiors of El Salvador. The voice of the novel is of Lupe, with occasional notes and memories of others involved. The early day begin with her husband Jose, returning to the nearby forest , to avoid being interrogated , arrested and tortured by the police. She had lost her son recently, having brutally murdered , presumably after a prolonged torture. She was called to identify the body, which was beyond recognition. The day begun with the police team of two arriving at her door step, enquiring about her grand daughter Adolfino, with whom they wanted to have a word or two. An activist in her, is strong and is ready to face the consequences, however, the grand mother in her would not like to get the girl in trouble. The girl, who lives with her parents far away, had come to her grand mother for spending a week or two. It is known that the girls father had been taken by the authorities, and is "disappeared" since then. The girl herself was involved in an agitation of occupying the nearby church organised by the farmers demanding an end to police atrocities. The siege, is considered a great success, with the government agreed to their demands. However, the brutalities continued and the girl was asked to move to the grand mother for a few weeks. As the events unfold through the day, we were given account of the background of the farmers agitation and the aftermath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the beginning of the trouble in El Salvador. The rich land owners and the government on one side and the farmers with some support from the church and the intellects on the other. For the authorities, the rebelling farmers and farm workers are influenced by the "Communists" and they had to be crushed. The initial support from the church and the priest were crushed with the murder of the young priest. The men are arrested and brutally tortured and the rest deserted their house and escaped to the hills. The authorities, set up a "special force" with the support of the CIA ( with an American Instructor and a Japanese Martial Art specialist) preparing them to combat the agitators with no mercy, as 'communists' should never e allowed to spread. The Church itself, after being the initial part of the creation and sustainability of the 'Christian Farmers Organisation' had been through the dilemma of taking stands, slowly distancing themselves from the movement. Jose, husband of Lupe is the leader of the organisation in their locale, hence being on constant danger of being captured and murdered.The villagers, stuck in between were paying the price with their lives. Their living condition continue to be in bad shape, all the works are controlled by the land owners, and are paid very low. Children are forced to work from the tender age of seven to support the families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The language is brilliant and poetic. It is spoken through the words of Lupe, hence non -sophisticated and clear. The words and thinking are that of the old lady, and it is the village wisdom that comes out. But underneath is the profound tale of resistance, of awareness and of courage. All these brutality did not shake the determination of the people. At every setback, including loss of lives of their beloved, people show their resilience. Lupe goes through all that can be suffered by some one of her age. Loss of her son, missing of her son- in- law, the trouble that befallen her grand daughter, Adolgino at the young age of fourteen, shows a lot of intelligence and maturity. Even at the end of the day, when they were asked to identify the mis-shapen carcass of a human body ( well, almost, the eyes were open and was still blinking), she did not loose her courage. While Adolfino, could not and did not identify the body, Old Lupe had no trouble to realise, but refuses to succumb, refusing to reveal the identity of the person. It is these tales of survival that fuel the courage of the generations that follow to continue their resolve to fight for justice. It is from these blood that shed, grew newer sprouts of hope. And what this book leaves you with, despite the horrid tale of struggle, is this hope for a better future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beautifully told story of the political violence and uprising in El Salvador, through the words of a 45 year of 'grand mother'. As the title says, the events happen in one day , with narration intermixed with re-telling or recounting of the connected stories of gruesome act of atrocities by the authorities. This book was banned on publication , in El Salvador and the writer was living in exile ever since (he was deported at least 4 times from his country). Very good.&lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Day-Life-Manlio-Argueta/dp/0679732438"&gt;One Day of Life&lt;/a&gt; ( 1980 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manlio_Argueta"&gt;Manlio Argueta&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated from Spanish by Bill Brow 1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventura - Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;215 Pages&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimilooc.wordpress.com/2011/04/26/analysis-on-one-day-of-life-manlio-argueta/"&gt;Mimilooc&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ex2/poco/Karmen.html"&gt;Angelfire&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Day_of_Life"&gt;Wiki Entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8322845055581513309?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8322845055581513309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8322845055581513309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8322845055581513309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8322845055581513309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day-of-life-manlio-argueta.html' title='One Day of Life - Manlio Argueta'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gor0EcEDCU/TyFDlBbJ_nI/AAAAAAAAASw/L82zZHk0UKY/s72-c/One+day+of+life.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-7877645097102906552</id><published>2012-01-21T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:14:06.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrei Makine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><title type='text'>A Hero's Daughter - Andrei Makine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tReGyylmu8/Txr5OlE-FGI/AAAAAAAAASo/wc8vF57SfnU/s1600/Heros+Daughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tReGyylmu8/Txr5OlE-FGI/AAAAAAAAASo/wc8vF57SfnU/s1600/Heros+Daughter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before reading this book, I had read 5 other books of Andrei Makine. This was the first published book of Andrei Makine, luckily not the first to get translated to English. Interestingly, when he submitted the manuscript to publishers, it was rejected, for being written in French. It was told that, he resubmitted the same as a translated work from Russian, for it to be accepted, and the rest is history. &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having said that, to me this book wasn't all that impressive. It does have the mark of Andrei Makine, its vivid description, the nostalgic feeling of the past, the exotic landscapes and all that. But on the whole it had a lot short comings despite attempting a theme of interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andrei Makine presents two lives to us. One Ivan Demidov, who saves Moscow from falling into the control of the advancing Germans during the World War II, almost alone. He was awarded the "Gold Star" and was the official "Hero of the Soviet Union". 40 years thence, we see his daughter working for the KGB , working at the International Trade Center, as an interpreter for the visiting delegates and businessmen, sneaking out their documents to the waiting officials, by compromising her personal integrity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book started with the battle scene where the dead and injured soldiers were removed from the battlefield after an ambush, where Ivan was rescued by the military nurses. Observed as dead, Ivan was lucky to have the nurse Tatanya taking notice of him. Recuperated at the hospital , he leaves again to the front, leaving behind his love for Tanya. He return to the hospital looking for his love, despite the physical and medical issues Tanya had to suffer due to an explosion, he decided to marry her. The couple goes back to his village in the outskirts of Moscow. Olys Demidov was born to the couple who survived famine which took the life of their first son, and the death of Stalin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is changed again in the eighties with the death of 3 leaders in a row. Breshnev, Chernenko and Andropv ( the dreaded ex-KGB chief). Gorbachev has sworn in with some internal political maneuvering. The new changes in the political and social structure. Peristroika and Glastnost aren't gone well with the old, who are now settled to a routine living. The disturbances are in the raise, Ivan looses his wife in one of the revolt by the frustrated youth. He take solace in drinking from grief. Once a hero of the Soviet Union is now a piece of ridicule to the public and to the authorities, selling every piece of his belongings, drinking all the way, Ivan'c contempt to the new ways were reached the peak after he witnessed his daughter, in her current job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andrei Makine attempts to bring the two poles together. Two generations one still cherish the memories of survival , of war and of survival from the iron fisted rule. The new generations do not have the same values and virtues. There seems to be a new hope of something changing. While the iron fist continue to govern, there are dreams of a better life. They dream about the western way of living. For them war is a learning through text books. Germany is not an enemy, but a world of glorious possibilities and freedom. The old heroes of war is replaced by the newer ones, fighting in Afganistan. It is this duality that Andrei Makine trying to attempt to capture in his first attempt. I wouldn't say he failed in it, but having read other books from this brilliant writer, I am a bit disappointed at the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Heros-Daughter-Andrei-Makine/dp/0340751274"&gt;A Hero's Daughter&lt;/a&gt; ( 1990 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andre%C3%AF_Makine"&gt;Andrei Makine&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated from French by Geoffrey Strachan 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sceptre Paperback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/978-1-55970-687-2"&gt;The Publishers Weekly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-7877645097102906552?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7877645097102906552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=7877645097102906552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7877645097102906552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7877645097102906552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2012/01/heros-daughter-andrei-makine.html' title='A Hero&apos;s Daughter - Andrei Makine'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tReGyylmu8/Txr5OlE-FGI/AAAAAAAAASo/wc8vF57SfnU/s72-c/Heros+Daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6517690789109608114</id><published>2012-01-14T21:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:01:31.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='László Krasznahorkai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungarian Literature'/><title type='text'>The Melancholy of Resistance - László Krasznahorkai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojmkqVrgJGs/TxGfFx3EpjI/AAAAAAAAASU/AQ2vf0VEyi8/s1600/Melancholy+of+Resistance.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojmkqVrgJGs/TxGfFx3EpjI/AAAAAAAAASU/AQ2vf0VEyi8/s1600/Melancholy+of+Resistance.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember the 'bus journey scene' in one of the Malayalam Art Movie, which lasted about 15 min. The camera focussing on the traveller and the 'beedi' that he smoked. The initial 50 odd pages of this book reminded me of thar scene , with Mrs Plauf taking a train journey from the village , returning to her home town, experiencing all the terror during the short journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The provincial town, in the interiors of Hungary is the typical laid back , uninteresting place. The tranquility and the easy nature of the town is derailed with the arrival of a touring circus company announcing the exhibition of the largest whale ever to be seen in the world. Along with the circus came all that was uninvited to the town. The rascals, the hooligans and other criminals from not only the neighboring villages and towns but from far away as well. With the authorities in inaction and the chaos and the trouble that erupted, it needed the the town committee to step up and take vigil, with the help of the country Militia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the outset, its a fairly simple and straight forward tale. But what this book is not about is this tale. With his complex yet interesting style of narrative , Krasznahorkai builds a story of terror, of anarchy of the psyche of people disoriented by the sudden change of events. The metaphoric story depicts the chaos, politics and greed and the fate of the common people. Told through the eyes of 5 people, each going through their daily monotonous life, linking up to the events that is taking place at the square indirectly affecting their own life. As the vandalism spread through the town, the newly emerged leaders, manipulating the populace for their own personal greed. The power equation of the town changes, the family relationships is in for permanent change the hidden characteristics of the individuals surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reading is not easy. There are no paragraph breaks, and sentences are miles long. Reading demands utter concentration true to the nature of the subject., The build up is slow and deliberate. There is a constant under current of terror. What makes this book different is the voice which is not spoken. The structure, the often boring dry and long sentences that are loaded. Surrealistic, possibly connected to the velvet revolution that hit the country, depicting the fright and terror of people under the sleepy authorities when the so called 'mini revolution' create havoc in the town. Very subtle and parodical humour goes with the narrative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its the language ( George Szirtes , the translator,&lt;a href="http://www.hlo.hu/news/translations_live_in_an_imagined_terrain"&gt; in this interview&lt;/a&gt; says, "for sheer density of text in prose", this book was his hardest translation job) , the structure and style makes this book very different from the rest. Its mesmerizing, often frustrating, intensity of the narration is hard to get used to , but once you overcome this obstacle, then you are in for a fabulous journey. We follow some of the memorable characters in their extreme slow motion with their fortunes of life. Mrf Plauff, with her initial train journey to the sad end during the turmoil, her estranged son, half-wit , mercurial post master Valsuka, his master the artist, painter, professor Mr.Ezster, his wife Mrs.Ezster, whom he threw out of their house, but now trying to sneak in and take control of the house, plotting and maneuvering the system to take control of the town, the drunkard police officer, lover of Mrs,Ezster, the various other small characters grow into you through their accounts in the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A brilliant novel from an outstanding writer. A book that demand a re-read and a writer whom I am most likely to read soon.&lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Melancholy-Resistance-Laszlo-Krasznahorkai/dp/0811215040"&gt;The Melancholy of Resistance&lt;/a&gt; ( 1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%A1szl%C3%B3_Krasznahorkai"&gt;László Krasznahorkai&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated from Hungarian by George Szirtes 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Direction Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;314 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://cinemaparallel.com/Krasznahorkai.html"&gt;Cinema Parallel,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://voiceimitator.blogspot.com/2011/01/laszlo-krasznahorkai-melancholy-of.html"&gt;Voice imitator&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dannyreviews.com/h/Melancholy_Resistance.html"&gt;Danny Reviews&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thesecondcircle.net/pwm/kras.html"&gt;The Second Circle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://conversationalreading.com/favorite-reads-of-2011-the-melancholy-of-resistance-by-laszlo-krasznahorkai/"&gt;Conversational Reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6517690789109608114?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6517690789109608114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6517690789109608114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6517690789109608114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6517690789109608114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2012/01/melancholy-of-resistance-laszlo.html' title='The Melancholy of Resistance - László Krasznahorkai'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojmkqVrgJGs/TxGfFx3EpjI/AAAAAAAAASU/AQ2vf0VEyi8/s72-c/Melancholy+of+Resistance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8672465703863899448</id><published>2011-12-31T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:29:20.305+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarjei Vesaas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Ice Palace -  Tarjei Vesaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39MFOVhz7kE/Tv7qUJcy94I/AAAAAAAAASM/_4s5nU4t07Q/s1600/Ice+Palace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39MFOVhz7kE/Tv7qUJcy94I/AAAAAAAAASM/_4s5nU4t07Q/s200/Ice+Palace.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a way to finish the year. A deceptively simple yet stunningly beautiful short novel by this Norwegian master. A adolescent story of friendship , told in a magical lyrical language. At the outset, there is nothing appears great in this book. Unn, comes to a small town in Norway, orphaned after the death of her mother. She is aloof and does not mingle with the rest of the class in her school, despite the efforts of her classmates. Siss, the de facto leader of the gang tries to befriend her in her own way with no success. However, it was Unn who came to her asking to meet up in the evening. Siss, is happy but confused. Unn invites her to her aunties house with whom she stays after moving to this town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siss and Unn got on so fast, taking refuge in Unns room. Two young girls soon get on to know each other. They develop a very mystical comradery in a short while, sharing intimate details about themselves. Unn wanted Siss to stay longer and wanted to talk to her about something very personal and important. But Siss is worried as it was getting late, and was slightly embarrassed with the sudden development. The words are unspoken and Siss is intrigued by the unsaid secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unn on part was equally embarrassed and could not muster enough courage to face her new friend. She decides to skip the school, but typical to students, she leve home but does not go to school. She decides to wander about near the Ice palace ( the formation of frozen ice during winter) formed at the water fall. Mesmerized by the visual, she set about exploring the wonder, but get trapped inside unable to come out and die due to Hypothermia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The news of Unn disappearance spread and the town is in pursuit of search. Siss, is the last person in contact with her and the only clue to the disappearance has to be from her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What did Unn tell you ?" they ask her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It was only something I said !" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I don't think so. I can see you know something. What did Unn say ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I can't tell you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why not ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Because it wasn't like that, she didn't say it ! And she didn't say a word about hiding." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The search party slowly disintegrate after a couple of days and the town is resigned to the fact of her disappearance and things started to get back to normal. However, for Siss this has been a great shock. She is not able to comes to term with her closest friend ( despite being with her only for a couple of hours) and the indifference she find in others towards this. She make a promise to her missing friend not to forget her. Siss, now takes the place of Unn in the classroom, exactly trying to imbibe her lost friends behavior. She does not allow anyone come near her, and makes sure that the seat occupied by her friend is left open for her return. She stands in the same place and posture as her friend. All the efforts by her classmates , teachers and parents to get her back to the normal ways fails to yield any results. Even the plea of Unn's Aunt as she was preparing to leave the town haunted by Unn's memories, was not enough for Siss to change her resolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siss, has build an Ice Palace of resistance with the image of Unn inside and refusing to come out. The time moved on and the winter paved way to spring and summer and the Ice Palace of the waterfall started breaking and cracking. The symbolic dissolve of Ice Palace has to happen in Siss mind as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tarjei Vesaas build the palace of metaphor with some brilliantly constructed words. The entire book is written in simple language and easy. He cleverly uses the metaphoric symbolism to the tale with ease and naturality. Short and an easy read, but leave you with some everlasting memories. of the book. I find it difficult to writer from a child's view point and see the thinking of the elders appearing in most of the writings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is about what is left unsaid, than what is said. Siss herself is tormented by the secret not spoken to her y her friend. Even in is writing, Vesaas is not verbose, he rely on the implied messages and understanding and gets his characters around that. Its about Siss, but the others tries to work around her in unison to bring her back to the normal life again. This is a tale of pre-adolescent friendship. There are others who see the subtle erotic, sensual connection of adolescence in it. Immediately after entering the room Unn and Siis decides to undress with the childish curiosity and giggle. They also share secrets and Siss is careful not to talk anything about it to the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An haunting story&amp;nbsp;told beautifully, in a poetic language by Tarjei Vesaas. Truly brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Palace-Peter-Owen-Modern-Classics/dp/0720613299/ref=sr_1_sc_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325329024&amp;amp;sr=1-1-spell"&gt;The Ice Palace&lt;/a&gt; ( 1963 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarjei_Vesaas"&gt;Tarjei Vesaas&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Norwegian by Elizabeth Rokkan 1966)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ice_Palace_(novel)"&gt;Wiki Entry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/norge/vesaast1.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://rjdent.wordpress.com/2010/02/09/the-ice-palace-by-tarjei-vesaas/"&gt;rjdent&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/book-review--frozen-secrets-stranded-in-a-waterfall-the-ice-palace--tarjei-vesaas-tr-elizabeth-rokkan-peter-owen-1095-pounds-doris-lessing-applaud-the-reissue-of-a-classic-novel-about-rural-intensity-by-the-norwegian-writer-tarjei-vesaas-1455730.html"&gt;Independent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8672465703863899448?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8672465703863899448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8672465703863899448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8672465703863899448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8672465703863899448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/12/ice-palace-tarjei-vesaas.html' title='The Ice Palace -  Tarjei Vesaas'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39MFOVhz7kE/Tv7qUJcy94I/AAAAAAAAASM/_4s5nU4t07Q/s72-c/Ice+Palace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-4328339866439000218</id><published>2011-12-28T17:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:43:44.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haruki Murakami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese Literature'/><title type='text'>1Q84 Book 1, 2 &amp; 3  - Haruki Murakami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d44bmZ8SIm8/TvsV9ZWV5xI/AAAAAAAAASA/qV9NseBw7Yo/s1600/1Q84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d44bmZ8SIm8/TvsV9ZWV5xI/AAAAAAAAASA/qV9NseBw7Yo/s1600/1Q84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am not a great fan of huge books. It gives me logistic issues , more than anything. Difficult to carry to the places where I tend to read a lot. More over, I do not have the level of concentration, in the current circumstances, to read a large book in one go. This book, however, has been conveniently split into 3 parts, Book 1, 2 and 3 with 300 odd pages apart. That makes it easy to read a book per session and give it a break ( with another small book) and get back. To my surprise, I could finish the book in a month along with another 3 shorter books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1Q84 has been the book of the year in 2011, with all the attention and hype around it. Already a best seller in the Japan, where it was published in three separate editions ( one book per release). The English translation, this year, had book 1&amp;amp;2 coming out earlier this year and the book 3 towards November. Interestingly, book 3 was translated by a different person from that of Book 1&amp;amp;2. It did attract all sort of reaction from being very positive to not so enthused among the reading public and critics. I did read his 'Kafka on the Shore' earlier this year, and was not all that impressed, considering the hype it created. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1Q84 takes cue from George Orwell's celebrated 1984 ( some quick search tells me, in Japanese 9 is written similar to Q). He do mention the 1984 book in this and do tries to establish a connection to the earlier work. In Murakami's book, 1Q84 is a new world akin to 1984 , where the 'little people' tries to control the things similar to the omnipresent 'big brother' in 1984. I guess the comparisons and similarities ends there. Well, not really, all these are happening in the year 1984.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1Q84, similar to Murakami's work tracks the story in 2 streams. Aomame, a specialized assassin , 30 years old, moved out of her Christian religious background in her early childhood, living a life of Physical Trainer in a health club. Tengo Kawana, a wannabe writer, maths wizard, 30 year old, works in a CRAM school 3 days a week as a maths trainer leads the other track. The book 1 starts with Aomame, in a cinematic fashion, gets about her task of eliminating one of her targets. Stepping out of the taxi, having stuck in a traffic jam, she climbs down from the elevated highway , on the advise of the driver, to a new road in order to reach the venue on time, she did not realize, that she is entering a new world ( metaphorically) where the life and rules of the games are different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tengo, with his numerous attempt to writer his own novel but manages to publish only a few of his stories, was asked by his 'publisher-editor-friend to rewriter the work of a 17 year old girl Fuka-Eri, whose novel 'Air Chrysalis' is being submitted to the 'Akutagawa prize' for the best young fiction. Mesmerized by the plot and the difference in the approach to the novel by this unknown girl, Tengo after the initial reluctance, agrees to re-write the novel for it to be better presented to the selection committee. No marks for guessing, that she won the prize and the book went on to be a best seller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The trouble starts now. The girl, who wrote the book went missing, with her guardian uncle filing a missing person complaint with the police. Tengo starts getting threatening messages, initially trying to win him over with lucrative offerings. Despite the best efforts by the people involved in the publishing the book, to keep the ghost-writing issue hidden in wraps, this seems to have known to someone, who is not happy about the book published. It could also be possible that the events written in 'Air Chrysalis' is something happened in real and the 'little people' who is in charge of the religious sect 'Sakigake' is unhappy with events. Sakigake was earlier in the news for declaring themselves as a new religion, and their extremist outfit waging a war with the local police. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The plot gets complicated as Aomame is entrusted with the task of eliminating the leader of the Sakigake group. The connection is now established between the two narrative. Tengo by joining the forces in his capacity of writer, presumably trying to disrupt the world of 'little people' , and Aomame by eliminating the leader of the sect. The investigation also reveals the connection between Aomame and Tengo, as they were classmates 20 years back and an incident of comradery between them ( resulted in Aomame holding hands with Tengo) , continue to linger in their minds hoping for an eventual meeting again. Book 3, gets into the thriller part of the story with both Aomame and Tengo trying get out of the world 1Q84, one is aware of this and the other unaware. There are many other characters through out the narratives, some of them really does not add much to the plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Murakami, through out the narrative manages to keep the interest alive, and as a write, I guess that is plus point. The style and language is similar to his earlier work that I have read , profound at places and pretty ordinary at many places. He manages to move the story well with the dual narrative and to a potential link or cross over. I guess this is his forte. The use of a variation of 'magical realism' is interesting and I may be biased if I say, it did not appeal as good as it was with Marquez. the book also carry all the ingredients of a typical Murakami affair, the suspense, too many descriptive casual sex ( pretty poor at that) and fantasy characters and events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wouldn't say this is an extra ordinary book, but interesting none the less. Personally far better than his 'Kafka on the shore'. Some where the comparison came to the another mega book 2666 of Bolano. But the comparison ends at the size and the large canvas. 2666 was far superior to this. To many readers, the book 3 was sort of disappointment. After somewhat decent build up, and having the readers wait for the last part of the puzzle by delayed publication of book 3, he seems to have gone for an easy exit. May one hoped for some more intriguing finish, but he seems to have opted an easy way about it with a possibility of book 4, 5 and 6. Is it convincing or not, I am not sure. Did I like the way he finished the long book, I am not decided on a firm yes or no. Probably, I would go with the latter, as it seems to be a week surrender to the plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The novel is very clever, and tricky. He uses his characters well, often changing some of their outlook as it progressed. A timid young boy slowly gains confidence and stature, the hard and decisive assassin, looses some of that in between tending towards the softer side of woman in her, the dyslexic ( or presumably so) young girl displays a lot more foresightedness, the cunning detective.., Murakami is in control of his characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, beyond the somewhat thrilling detective story, with his style of realism ( two moons, immaculate pregnancy, the little people of two inch height who emerge through the mouth and all that), there is no substance behind it. What it convey at the end to the reader ? Or is it falling in line with the description some one gave as "Harry Potter for adults". &lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/1Q84-Haruki-Murakami/dp/0307593312"&gt;1Q84 &lt;/a&gt;( 2011 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haruki_Murakami"&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Japanese by Jay Rubin ( book 1&amp;amp;2) and Philip Gabriel ( book 3))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knopf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;925 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/10/books/1q84-by-haruki-murakami-review.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/oct/18/haruki-murakami-1q84-review"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/murakamih/1Q84.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/1q84-by-haruki-murakami-2373438.html"&gt;Independent &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-4328339866439000218?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4328339866439000218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=4328339866439000218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4328339866439000218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4328339866439000218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/12/1q84-book-1-2-3-haruki-murakami.html' title='1Q84 Book 1, 2 &amp; 3  - Haruki Murakami'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d44bmZ8SIm8/TvsV9ZWV5xI/AAAAAAAAASA/qV9NseBw7Yo/s72-c/1Q84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-2468925274475799525</id><published>2011-12-24T19:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:32:04.917+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slavenka Drakulic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Croatia'/><title type='text'>Frida's Bed  - Slavenka Drakulic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuDrf35vt2Q/TvXbGvHXQ5I/AAAAAAAAARo/FBA49PBFvw4/s1600/firdas-bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuDrf35vt2Q/TvXbGvHXQ5I/AAAAAAAAARo/FBA49PBFvw4/s200/firdas-bed.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frida Kahlo, the immortal painter of Mexico, who celebrated her physical and mental pains through the paintings in the first half of the 20th century. It was the movie named after her which gave Salma Hayek her Oscar, that got me interested in this painter. Through her 'self portraits' with vivid colors and disturbing images, she rose to fame during her life time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was born to a family of 4 girls to her German father and Mexican mother, she suffered from childhood polio and an accident that permanently made her crippled for life. She never recovered from her physical disabilities, to which she later lost her leg. It is the fight to survive, made her an interesting character. She had the guts to walk up to 'the best' mural painter in Mexico, showing him the drawing and seeking his advise. Diego Rivera ( the Maestro as he is addressed in this book) , the muralist, immediately recognized the talent and asked her to continue to draw, later divorced his existing wife and marries the young Frida, 20 odd years younger to him. However, the marriage gone through its own ups and downs, with the flirtatious life of Maestro, they had to break the relationship, only to get married again. Her active career in painting started after her own sister cheated on her with her husband. Its is from the pain of rejection, came some of her best artistic output. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For her the painting was not a hobby. Caught between art and Survival, she chose the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She continue to find solace in her drawings, occasionally finding love outside her wedlock, while her husband tries to seek artistic and physical beauty with the numerous models that frequented his studio. As an active member of the Communist Party, she participated in the agitation along with the workers. It is this connection that attracted her to the fleeing Trotsky, who stayed back in Mexico trying to run away from Stalin, until the tragic end. Frida, despite her attraction towards the Communist leader, felt guilty and sympathetic towards the leaders wife, for her behavior. Slavenka Draculic, writes brilliantly here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, Frida is the character and its her reminiscence of her life from her death bed. Its her quest to survive despite all the adversities that the life has thrown at her. We see a courageous lady, never ever complaining on the fate that has thrust upon her. Even when she was cheated by her sister with her husband, she tried to reason out their behavior. Some of her reaction might have come from her fear of loosing, and from her inability to live without some help. What makes her attempt laudable is the way she handles her protagonist. At no time, she tried to glorify the person she is trying to get into. Even when the narrative shifted from first person to third person , she does not loose control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Narration constantly shift from first person ( on Frida's voice) to third person ( the writers) and an occasional commentary on her works in line with her life. The language is lucid, the thought process is clear and crisp, though a bit draggy at times and repetitive, it manages to keep you glued on to the book. Its monotonous, single sided, looking through the mind of Frida, hence it is difficult to gather the complete picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An extremely intelligent and well thought out book by Slavenka Draculic. It is not easy to pull off a great fictional work on a legendary , historical character , whose memory is still fresh in the mind of people. Brilliant stuff.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fridas-Bed-Slavenka-Drakulic/dp/0143114158"&gt;Frida's Bed&lt;/a&gt; ( 2007 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavenka_Drakuli%C4%87"&gt;Slavenka Draculic&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Croatian by Christina P Zoric )&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Books&lt;br /&gt;162 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genderacrossborders.com/2009/05/30/book-review-fridas-bed-slavenka-drakulic/"&gt;Genderacrossborders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-2468925274475799525?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2468925274475799525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=2468925274475799525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2468925274475799525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2468925274475799525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/12/fridas-bed-slavenka-drakulic.html' title='Frida&apos;s Bed  - Slavenka Drakulic'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuDrf35vt2Q/TvXbGvHXQ5I/AAAAAAAAARo/FBA49PBFvw4/s72-c/firdas-bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3509298639839324729</id><published>2011-12-11T17:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:40:52.771+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Baldwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Giovanni's Room - James Baldwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jLYl8radrQ/TuSdofjoehI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3y6-o0L1QjM/s1600/Giovanni%2527s+Room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jLYl8radrQ/TuSdofjoehI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3y6-o0L1QjM/s1600/Giovanni%2527s+Room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Out of the 50 odd books I read this year, only a few will remain with me in memory over the years. This one will be one of such for its brilliance and class. Every thing about this book is mesmerizing ; his style of prose, the narrative, the conversations the sentences and the appropriate omissions and structuring of the book. May be a novel with a gay love theme was disturbing during its publication, about half a century ago, and that shock value is over and one will not gauge the book for that. This short novel about a 30 year old White American , currently living in Paris ( James Baldwin was in Paris during the writing and publication of this book) befriends and later fall in love with an Italian bartender. Its his complex and dangerous relationship, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;David, living in Paris on the meagre amount of money sent by his father from USA, befriends Giovanni , a bartender in a gay bar while his girlfriend Halla was away in Spain on a vacation. Struggling for fund and was thrown out of his lodge for payment outstanding, David meets one of his friend Jacques with a dubious reputation ( an old man living alone but likes to keep friendship with young boys), to get some money. The duo later ends up in the Bar run by Guillaume, where he meets Giovanni an Italian bartender. The atmosphere, the absence of his girlfriend and some clever maneuver by his benefactor, the foursome, spends the entire evening and the next morning in company. Giovanni and David, later ended up in 'Giovanni's Room'( claustrophobic, unkempt, dour, and threatening according to David) and happen to spend the evening together in bed. Nowhere to go, David stays back in Giovanni's room and the next couple of months they grow their intimate relationship and affection until the return of his girlfriend. Now torn between the love for his girl and the affection and the relationship with Giovanni, David had to make his choice. David's departure and the lose of his job at Gillaume makes Giovanni restless, takes him back to Jacques. The tale gets worst after the death of Gillaume by the hand of Giovanni , who was later arrested and sentenced to death. Tormented with guilt, David break away from Hella follows Giovanni through the trial and the place of his final sentence. We leave David in despair, in South France, at the town of the sentence, narrating the tale in "the night which is leading me to the most terrible morning of my life".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;David was not gay, except for an early days recollection of an experience with his classmate during school days. He had a steady relationship with his American girlfriend, until her travel to Spain on contemplating their marriage and future. His encounter with Giovanni was accidental and the sexual relationship thence has not been a result of his hidden desire. Even after the return of his girlfriend, he continued his normal living with his girlfriend. It wasn't the sexual desire that attracted him to Giovanni. It is something beyond that and David fails to express or really understand the reasons. He find himself responsible for all that has happened to Giovanni and wanted to redeem himself from the guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A theme on gay love affair and extremely sensual in nature, James Baldwin does a phenomenal job of balancing his writing with extreme control. For me this reading was more rewarded as compared to Go Tell it on the Mountains. There seems to be the perfect coordination between the length of the book, the sentences, the paragraphs and conversations. Some of the paragraphs were so brilliant and I had to read them again and again. At no point, this was vulgar or repulsive ( most of the sex writing what I read of late are so bad), and the emotional side of the relationship is dealt with sublime quality by this marvellous writer. Great book.&lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giovannis-Room-James-Baldwin/dp/0385334583"&gt;Giovanni's Room&lt;/a&gt; ( 1956 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Baldwin"&gt;James Baldwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Modern Classics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giovanni%27s_Room"&gt;Wiki Entry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thingsmeanalot.com/2009/12/giovannis-room-by-james-baldwin.html"&gt;Things mean a lot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3509298639839324729?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3509298639839324729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3509298639839324729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3509298639839324729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3509298639839324729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/12/giovannis-room-james-baldwin.html' title='Giovanni&apos;s Room - James Baldwin'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jLYl8radrQ/TuSdofjoehI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3y6-o0L1QjM/s72-c/Giovanni%2527s+Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3044428750143900732</id><published>2011-12-04T22:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:53:33.118+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balkan War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubravka Ugrešić'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Croatia'/><title type='text'>The Minisitry o Pain - Dubravka Ugrešić</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvfaXl02Dg4/TtusWN6guKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pG45CxC4TdA/s1600/ministry+of+pain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvfaXl02Dg4/TtusWN6guKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pG45CxC4TdA/s200/ministry+of+pain.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the after effect of every great war is that they redraw the geographical boundaries, and give birth to newer nation states. Both world wars created whole lot of newer states even as far as Asia.&amp;nbsp; The recent Balkan war, post the disintegration of the mighty soviet Union,&amp;nbsp; too gave us 6 new countries. The separation was bloody and was painful. People who share common culture, history and national agenda,&amp;nbsp; are now fighting fiercely for their territorial independence.&amp;nbsp; The once common Yugoslavia split itself into 6 division each declaring independence from the former Communist State. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanja Lucic,&amp;nbsp; having fled Yugoslavia during the war, worked as a care taker for an American Family in Berlin, accepted a temporary assignment as a lecturer in Amsterdam University. She was in charge of teaching "Serbo - Croatian Literature". Her class consists of students from erstwhile Yugoslavia, still coping with the aftereffects of the bloody war. For them this is an escape from their 'refugee' status and the more respectable 'students visa'.&amp;nbsp; They work "At the Ministry" in their spare time, to earn a living. 'Ministry' as it is known is the factories which makes sex toys and other equipment for the Amsterdam Red light District.&amp;nbsp; As a community they were never been able to mingle with the alien society they were subject to adapt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'The first thing they did when we came was to put us in refugee camps and -- you know the ways of the Dacer folk by now -- give us psychiatrists. Well, our psychiatrist turned out to be one of 'ours', a refugee like us. And you know what she told us ? "Do me a favour, will you, everybody ? Find a little crazy streak in you. Think up a trauma or two if need be. I don't want to lose my job." ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The class, already traumatized by the war, can not see eye to eye ( a cross section of students from Croatia, Serbia, Bosnia among them), is now left with the teacher who still nostalgic about the dreamy past. Her attempt was to bring out the&amp;nbsp; 'Yugo-nostalgia"&amp;nbsp; among the students. She started off at a wrong side, trying to rekindle their memories which one tries to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I realized I was walking a tight rope: stimulating the memory was as much a manipulation of the past banning it. The authorities in our former country had pressed the delete button, I the restore button; they were erasing the Yugoslav past, I reviving the past in the form of everyday minutiae that had made up our lives.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While there were no violent reactions or any vocal protest, students seems to be going along.&amp;nbsp; There were dissents and strong sentiments in their writing such as "Yugoslavia was a terrible place. Everybody lied. They still lie of course, but now the lie is divided in five, one per country." While every thing seems to be going smoothly until the end of first semester, however depleting the number of students in her class. But the short vacation at the end of the semester, turned hostile. one of the student commits suicide. His father was a Serbian Military leader and was under investigation. There was a complaint to the Head of the University about her way of teaching and she was reprimanded by him.&amp;nbsp; The situation seems to be moving tense and&amp;nbsp; she switches her style back to the serious academic study of literature.&amp;nbsp; Her relation with her students also suffers as a result of this , with some bitter exchange of words at the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tell me , has it occurred to you that all that time you may have been torturing us? Has it occurred to you that the students you forced to remember were yearning to forget ?.,.....and the memory game you forced on us! In a few years all that nostalgia crap is going to be a big moneymaker. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The style and language is detached and emotionless, suiting to the subject. The sense of loss is all over the book in general it is gloomy.. Tanja on her side looses her home country, her ethnical back ground of Croatian, her boyfriend at Berlin, the trust of her students and her superiors. She takes this also part of the humiliation they were expected to endure. The students, who shares a common culture a while ago are now trying to identify themselves as a new citizen ( a Croat, a Macedonian, a Bosnian) in a distant country of living.&amp;nbsp; The language is now formed, injecting local dialects and words into the official language. Tanja's attempt to build the past for herself is for the entire diaspora of the migrated populace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book gives insights to the effects of Balkan diaspora around the world post the war. While the world continue to debate and try the culprits at the international courts, there is a vast number of common people still living through the memories of the war. Thrown out of their home countries, they wander around the world living the life of a refugee as a second citizen.&amp;nbsp; Dubravka Ugrešić in thie very cerebral novel, managed to bring out these dilemma of these people pretty effectively. However as a fiction, this is far too complex and do not justify the billing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ministry-Pain-Dubravka-Ugresic/dp/0060825847"&gt;The Ministry of Pain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (2005) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubravka Ugrešić&amp;nbsp; ( translated from Croatian by Michael Henry Heim 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper Perenniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;257 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More reads :&lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/ugresicd/ministry.htm"&gt; Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/the-ministry-of-pain-by-dubravka-ugresic-translated-by-michael-henry-heim-515715.html"&gt;Independent&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.booksquawk.com/2010/04/ministry-of-pain.html"&gt; Booksqwak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3044428750143900732?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3044428750143900732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3044428750143900732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3044428750143900732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3044428750143900732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/12/minisitry-o-pain-dubravka-ugresic.html' title='The Minisitry o Pain - Dubravka Ugrešić'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvfaXl02Dg4/TtusWN6guKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pG45CxC4TdA/s72-c/ministry+of+pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3317991878097269735</id><published>2011-11-30T20:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:59:21.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iceland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobel Prize winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halldor Laxness'/><title type='text'>Independent People - Halldor Laxness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtxinhd31ws/Ttutou_MLFI/AAAAAAAAARI/402iYCQvQag/s1600/ind.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtxinhd31ws/Ttutou_MLFI/AAAAAAAAARI/402iYCQvQag/s1600/ind.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After working for the Bailiff for 18 years under near slavery, Gudbjartur Jonsson, is now the owner of his own croft. His eighteen years of previous experience is enough resolve for him to be independent man. Now known as Bjartur of Summerhouses, running his farm with multiplying numbers of sheep, he now determined to preserve his status as an independent man. Plain and simple, he has no two ways of thinking nor any polished way of communicating his feeling. Anything that comes in between him and his perceived independence, he is fight with all his might. The place acquired by him is no great shakes. It is believed to have been haunted. The spirits of Kolimkilli and Gunnvor ( from the Icelandic saga) , is believed to be the owner of these wastelands and does give torrid times to the people, unless they made pact with them with offerings. Halldor Laxness starts his epic with the reference to the myths and legends of Kolimkilli and Gunnvor and continued the subtle references to this from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even in the face of one mishap after other, Bjartur is unperturbed. He has decided to face the repercussions for his belief. His wife, dies after giving birth to a illegitimate daughter. His second wife with whom he had 3 sons, also did not live long to serve him. His sons, one after other desert him ( either perish or migrated to other pastures). The famine stuck many times, His fortune with sheep oscillate like a pendulum, from great years to being lost all due to some illness. The croft remain the same despite his promise to build a mansion to his daughter. He stood firm despite all the backlashes and the sacrifices, being an independent man. The only soft corner in his mind was towards his foster daughter Asta Sollilja (born to his wife and Bailff's son). But, when she was pregnant ( illegitimate again) , he did not think twice in expelling her from his house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its a sad story. One can not but sympathise with Bjartur, despite his stubbornness and thoughtlessness. He had clear ways of behavior and looked at everything else as a plot to put him back in debt. He did not give a damn to the church or to the authorities, neither thought it is important to educate his kids in the traditional way. He found all those a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We Icelanders have never had any great respect for kings … for everyone is equal before God; and as long as a farmer can call himself an independent man and no one else’s slave, so long can he call himself his own king. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite his stubbornness and the rejection of all the believes, Bjarthur at time display his conciliatory side to the myths. He even offered a cease-fire with Gunnvor and Kolumkili , albeit momentarily. However, he remain critical to the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tragedy stuck one after other in his life. However, he managed to complete the promised house, but only after the daughter was thrown out. But, he did not have the chance to live in his dream, as he lost all his properties, succumbed to the debt and clever ploy by the mighty ( they had forced him the loan for the raw material and the labour in building the house).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Against this backdrop, the book addresses a lot more basic questions about the human survival. Despite his initial success and the shear ability to stay out of the water. The noose is always hanging above them. The politician and bureaucracy is strengthening their hold on the poor , looting them and pushing them down the debt track. People loose properties and all their belongings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The World War 1 has a great significance in this novel, as it did for Iceland. Though it is not participated in the war, for geographical reasons, the repercussions are felt even at this distant land. People keenly follow the happenings as it changes their fortune, mostly favourably as the demand for raw material and meat was increased. There is also reference to the death of CSAR and the raise of Communism, as people are eager to learn the outcome of this experience. Laxness was known for his affinity towards Communism, and the subtle hints of new regime of people in that country is mentioned as a new light at the horizon. There are workers agitating, some of them even taking the path of looting the rich ( only the bread and milk ). There are proposed strike against the authorities for wages and their rights. Their resolve was firm despite the news that the authorities are expected to use force on them including firing squad. At the end despite all the setbacks and tragedies, Bjarthur stands tall, and the books ends with the reconciliation of the family and beginning of a new life with the hopes of new era for Iceland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a fabulous book, and what is impressive is the detached tone of language and its simplicity. The narration never takes over the plot, nor the characterisation is exaggerated or typecast. He is the representation of the society , who would like to stand on their own without dependency of the authorities be it bureaucratic, papal , ideological or even familial. The "independence" for him does not merely an economic means, but on every aspect of his life, including his personal interactions with his wives and children. This does not mean he is not in love with them. He shows his softer side, by composing verses for his daughter, by looking out for his estranged son, allowing the youngest one to leave him and migrate to America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Independent people is an outstanding novel. Originally published in two parts in the year 1934 and 35, it was published in English in1946 and Laxness went on to win the Nobel Prize in 1955. Though long and slow moving, it never leaves your attention to the narration. Despite the general feel of the book, it never come across as a gloomy , grim and sad novel, even while we are sympathetic to the protagonist. Carefully crafted and progressed, cleverly articulated ; Great read and a master piece.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Independent-People-Halldor-Laxness/dp/0679767924"&gt;Independent People&lt;/a&gt; ( 1934-1935)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halld%C3%B3r_Laxness"&gt;Halldor Laxness&lt;/a&gt; ( translated by J A Thomson 1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Classics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;544 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Read more :&lt;a href="http://scandinavianbooks.com/halldor-laxness/independent-people.html"&gt; Scandinavian Books&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dannyreviews.com/h/Independent_People.html"&gt;Dannyreviews&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2009/05/04/103524675/icelands-stoic-sardonic-independent-people"&gt; npr&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independent_People"&gt;Wiki Entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3317991878097269735?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3317991878097269735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3317991878097269735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3317991878097269735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3317991878097269735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/11/independent-people-halldor-laxness.html' title='Independent People - Halldor Laxness'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtxinhd31ws/Ttutou_MLFI/AAAAAAAAARI/402iYCQvQag/s72-c/ind.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-2117667393811638907</id><published>2011-11-26T22:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:49:32.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Handke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Short Letter , Long Farewell - Peter Handke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qj-eY_PXK0/TtEfKA47aeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8j2GFWBr3bA/s1600/Shortletter.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qj-eY_PXK0/TtEfKA47aeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8j2GFWBr3bA/s1600/Shortletter.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first book of Austrian Writer Peter Handke. I would have preferred to read his more celebrated works like "The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick" or "The Left-Handed Woman". He is a prolific writer, albeit his recent controversies regarding the Slobodan Milosevic issue. He had published large number of books ( almost 2 per year for the last 30 odd years) and was considered by many as one of the potential candidate for Nobel. Short Letter, Long Farewell is more read like a travelogue than a full fledged fiction. There are no clear plot and is have left more unanswered questions. It is a plight of an abandoned husband in search of his destiny triggered by a letter from his estranged wife. Upon receipt of a letter from his separated wife from the US, a young Austrian come over to the land of dreams, land of abandonment and a land of escape, the United States. Following the clues from the letter and later from the hints and chances, he follow her track through the width and breadth of US. From NY to Philadelphia to Chicago to LA. Little did he realised that the table is turning reverse. It was evident that his wife is now chasing him and following him through his journey. Soon the hunter became hunted with she drop evidence of her being at the place of his current stay. At one instance, she even put some goons on him and rob him off his cache and other belongings. The showdown was inevitable, as they cross the country in trail until the place of encounter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is left unsaid, is more than the spoken words in this book. The style and prose is crisp and controlled. However, it does not go beyond the beautifully crafted words. The entire story is not convincing, neither it gives anything to ponder. While it might track an individuals isolation and his quest for the 'unknown', it fails to create an 'escape' theory. Wait, may be that is what is the intention. May be it is planned to be so. To depict the failure of the individual to find peace with himself as he drift from one place to other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It can be read as an autobiographical story, or a travelogue, or a crime thriller. This is my curtain raiser to the world of Peter Handke's writing. But this book was disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Short-Letter-Farewell-Peter-Handke/dp/0374263183"&gt;Short Letter, Long Farewell&lt;/a&gt; ( 1972 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Handke"&gt;Peter Handke&lt;/a&gt; ( Ralph Manheim 1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYRB Classics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.bookslut.com/fiction/2009_05_014424.php"&gt;Bookslut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-2117667393811638907?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2117667393811638907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=2117667393811638907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2117667393811638907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2117667393811638907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-letter-long-farewell-peter-handke.html' title='Short Letter , Long Farewell - Peter Handke'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qj-eY_PXK0/TtEfKA47aeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8j2GFWBr3bA/s72-c/Shortletter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3740073059642263988</id><published>2011-11-19T17:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:02:04.015+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magda Szabo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungarian Literature'/><title type='text'>The Door - Magda Szabó</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGAc_pONQz4/TsehreY3NgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SNydGdwDwzk/s1600/The+Door.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGAc_pONQz4/TsehreY3NgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SNydGdwDwzk/s1600/The+Door.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I heard this name in one of the discussion about Hungarian Literature. Only four of her books have been translated to English and only this book is currently available in print. What impressed me about her writing is the the intelligence and the command over the style and language . It is not easy to write about a domestic affair into a full length novel and be successful about it. The other I can think of is the Spare Room by Helen Garner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young writer, struggling with her priorities as a writer and her home responsibilities, hires a domestic help on recommendation from a friend. ,Emerence to her physical appearances of tall lady with broad shoulders and erect posture ("&lt;em&gt;powerfully built for a person of her age, muscular rather than fat, and radiating strength like a Valkyrie&lt;/em&gt;”), turn out to be a hard talking stubborn, at time no respect for the means and ways of her employers and even sound a bit crazy. As it is the case in Hungary and elsewhere in Europe I guess, she has the authority to appear at her convenience and finish the work. It took less than a week for the employers to realise the real character of her.The initial apprehension slowly turned into admiration for the lady for her hard working ways and no nonsense approach. "She made demands, more than I had expected, but she also gave a lot," The interdependency grew as the time progresses, with both making adjustment to each other. However, any attempts to get closer to her is reciprocated with a strong rejection. She stays alone and the only connection she seems to be having with the external world is her nephew who visits her once in a while. Even he was only received outside her house and the door to house ( and life) was shut to every one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The strange love-hate relationship between the writer and Emerence continued for over 20 years with many incidents in their life. The writer, now learnt to appreciate the differences, tries to understand and alanyse the person whom she has observed from close quarter. Behind the idiosyncrasies and the solitary living , has a body and soul that endured sufferings of a life time. It is through the bits and pieces of information that she gathers, the previous life of Emerence , emerge ( albeit in patches) to the writer and us. The tragic death of her siblings, the resulting suicide of her mother,mostly obvious death of her father during war, her job as domestic help at an early ages of fourteen are unveiled in front of us as a fairly tale. Her previous employers a Jewish family leave every thing behind to the care of Emerence including their daughter Eva during the years of War. To the promise to them , she keeps every thing that were entrusted to her with utmost care waiting for their return. She even had to suffer her reputation to protect the girl. Except fot the dog Viola and the 9 cats she grow inside her closed house, none seems to understand her, and any attempts were blocked by her unfriendly behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story takes a definite turn with her illness and her stubbornness against getting medical admission. As the pressure mounted, she shut herself inside her house, only after regulating her will and the works that needed to be complted by individuals in the event of her death. The attempt to break into her house and "rescue" her to the medical help seems to be a violation of the understanding. When the only person who could convince her , the writer herself, failed in that duty, and the smell of decay and human excrete become unbearable, the authorities broke into her house, with the help of the writer. Emerence responded strongly to the breach of trust by refusing to even look at her let alone talk to her. Feeling guilty and tormented for the cause of her death, Magda Szabo, brings out one outstanding work of fiction to the readers. In an interview published in &lt;a href="http://www.hungarianquarterly.com/no190/12.shtml"&gt;Hungarian Daily&lt;/a&gt;, Magda Szabo confirms that every thing that is described in the book had happened in real life. "&lt;em&gt;Yes, literally. The model for Emerenc was my housekeeper, Juliska. Everything is true, including the dog Viola, who died here in my flat at the age of fourteen&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brilliantly written, very articulate and measured in her writing, always poised and diligent in her narration Magda Szabo appears to be a very sensible and intelligent writer. The portrait of Emerence is balanced not to get carried away by the melodrama of the affairs. Towards the end one is left stunned by the quality and sustenance of her prose in style and substance. Insightful novel about the intimate relationship ( or the lack of it , thus the book) between a young writer and her domestic help by one outstanding writer. &lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Door-Magda-Szabo/dp/1843431939"&gt;The Door&lt;/a&gt; ( 1987 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magda_Szab%C3%B3"&gt;Magda Szabó&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated from Hungarian by Len Rix) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;262 Pages&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More read : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/oct/29/featuresreviews.guardianreview29"&gt;Guadian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://acommonreader.org/the-door-magda-szabo/"&gt;A Common Reader&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/the-door-by-magda-szaboacute-trans-by-len-rix-523500.html"&gt;Independent&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://blogcritics.org/books/article/book-review-the-door-by-magda/"&gt;Blogcritics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Door_(novel)"&gt;Wiki Entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3740073059642263988?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3740073059642263988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3740073059642263988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3740073059642263988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3740073059642263988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/11/door-magda-szabo.html' title='The Door - Magda Szabó'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGAc_pONQz4/TsehreY3NgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SNydGdwDwzk/s72-c/The+Door.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-5480114068808256530</id><published>2011-11-12T17:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:10:16.860+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobel Prize winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gao Xingjian'/><title type='text'>Buying a Fishing Rod for my Grandfather - Gao Xingjian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krUyDEf5Pq0/Tr5ae7vH5QI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uMOnBIL3xmw/s1600/buying-a-fishing-rod-for-my-grandfather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krUyDEf5Pq0/Tr5ae7vH5QI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uMOnBIL3xmw/s1600/buying-a-fishing-rod-for-my-grandfather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have read his novels as they were available in India soon after he won his Nobel for Literature. I always wondered about his selection as a candidate for Nobel Prize, with only a couple of major works available. It is only recently, I could get a copy of his short stories, which are originally published in China before his exile. A collection of 6 stories, specifically chosen by the author himself , originally published in Beijing before he moved to France , says the translator in the introduction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are not stories per se, these are more notes and observation of trivial things happening in our daily life. Each of the six stories are short in time frame, but have a large picture of the social set up. The canvas is present and is visible to the observer. The narrator in each of the story is one who either participate or witness the event , trivial in most of the cases, takes place. It is through these visuals, Xingjian gives us the glimpse of the society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Temple, first story of this collection talks about a newly married couple on their honeymoon, decides to step down from the train in an unknown station only to create some adventure to their trip. Having understood that this town , typical to any other town, does not boast any attraction except for a temple on top of the hill. "In the park" , written as conversational piece, has two middle aged man and women ( likley lovers prior to their marriage and family) meets in a park and talking. They observer a young lady in one corner of the park crying. They contemplate and debate about the causes of her depression and about helping her. They probably see their own past and the lost opportunity in the troubles of the young lady. Xingjian do not provide any solution, neither does he conclude. We never know the reason of the lady crying, nor whether the middle aged couple managed to shake off their current life and re-unite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A swimmer developed cramps and nearly drown in the sea at an unnamed resort, barely managed to escape. In his return to the hotel in all excitement to announce the news of his miraculous escape, he find no one interested in him. He wanted to live desperately and to be with the rest of the world. He finds that his escape and excitement does not matter to anyone and the loss of an individual goes unnoticed in this world. As he walks back to the shore dejected, the writers takes our views to a couple of boys running to the water leaving behind a crippled girl on the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The Accident" tracks the similar line. an accident involved a father and son in a crowded street and its after maths to the street ( note: not to the family) and its momentary occupants. The government machinery goes through the pre-determined process including shifting the body to the hospital, removing the debris and even cleaning the road and the blood stains. The world here has come back to what it was a while ago. "Of Course a traffic accident can serve as an item for a newspaper. And it can serve as the raw material for literature when it is supplemented by the imagination and written up as a moving narrative: this would then be a creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story that bears the title of this collection is about a mans buying a fibre glass fishing rod for his grand father, who we ( the reader) realise later had died long ago. He wants to keep the rod away from his son, for fear of damage, and plans a trip to his ancestral village and realises ( the whole thing is in a delirium) that the place and the world has changed beyond recognition and he will be in no position to find the house and streets he grew up with. Whether he takes up the journey in real sense or not, he takes up an emotional journey through his past and the days with his grand father bringing him close to the place he wanted to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing extra ordinary happens in any of the stories, What is impressive and catches your attention is the ease at which he is able to create an atmosphere of familiarity and thus the triviality. I found 4 of these stories very interesting, portraying the loneliness of the individual and the near zero value and impact of him in this vast world. &lt;/div&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Fishing-Rod-My-Grandfather/dp/0060575557"&gt;Buying a Fishing Rod for My Grandfather&lt;/a&gt; ( 2004 ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gao_Xingjian"&gt;Gao Xingjian&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Chinese by Mabel Lee 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/books/Buying-Fishing-Rod-My-Grandfather-Gao-Xingjian/?isbn=9780060575564"&gt;Harper Perenniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 Pages&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://januarymagazine.com/fiction/buyingfishing.html"&gt;January Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2004/may/15/featuresreviews.guardianreview25"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/buying-a-fishing-rod-for-my-grandfather"&gt;Pop Matters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buying_a_Fishing_Rod_for_My_Grandfather"&gt;Wiki Entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-5480114068808256530?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5480114068808256530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=5480114068808256530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/5480114068808256530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/5480114068808256530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/11/buying-fishing-rod-for-my-grandfather.html' title='Buying a Fishing Rod for my Grandfather - Gao Xingjian'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krUyDEf5Pq0/Tr5ae7vH5QI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uMOnBIL3xmw/s72-c/buying-a-fishing-rod-for-my-grandfather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-5477730395530849343</id><published>2011-10-29T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:43:21.189+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susmesh Chandroth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>9 - Susmesh Chandroth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJdBOXuQl68/Tqvtkl34SuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4N7wikxda6s/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJdBOXuQl68/Tqvtkl34SuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4N7wikxda6s/s200/9.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deepak, retuning back to the place of his growing years after a gap of 9 years, to attend the funeral and last rights of his maternal grand father. Unable to adjust to the new found closeness and the extra affection from his relatives, he decides to stay in a guest house post the funeral for a few days of retreat. The next 9 days, until he returns to the family home to do the post funeral ceremonies, he decides to stay out of his busy schedule as a fashion photographer in Chennai, away from the crowd ,&amp;nbsp;away from the girl who lives with him in Chennai.&amp;nbsp;This sets the book for next 200 pages of his nostalgic remembrance of his place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From here, until the last few pages, Deepak reminisce about the life and times of the small town 'Thoovanam" in the high ranges of Western Ghats ( Idukki District of Kerala). From the history of early settlers and their descendants from Travancore to the new age materialistic progress of the place over the 30 years since 1970. You see various interesting characters appear through the narratives, often slipping away from the main thread ( of Deepak and his family and his childhood). You see street magicians, traders, farmers, ladies with dubious deeds and reputation, hunters and anti social elements, people who appear for 6 months and then abscond for the next six, the nature in its fury, the naxalites during the 70s, madmen et all. Deepak recollects various incidents that etched in deep sentiments in his young mind during his growing up &amp;nbsp;years. his own struggle with poverty, with ever wandering father and decaying family fortune of the grand father, despite his high standing social strata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, all it talks is about the life in the high ranges through few individuals. They are described in detail through their life and death. While at few places the narration is very absorbing the story line is feeble and not very convincing. The protagonist is not one that remain with you after the reading. I haven't found anything that is extra ordinary in this book. Well, in the construct of a novel , this fails to impress me despite having some good writing at few places. It lacks in the story line, in the wholesomeness of a novel. Good writing alone does not make a good novel. No characters are rounded or near completion, they are all pedestrian in the narrative. They do not seems to have made any influence of the story. Both the beginning and end chapters are mediocre to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Susmesh Chandroth is a good short story writer and his first novel "D" have won the DC Books Novel Carnival award ( I haven't read that). But, this is not one of the books I recommend to others.&lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infibeam.com/Books/info/susmesh-chandroth/9-malayalam/9788126421725.html"&gt;9 &lt;/a&gt;( 2008 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susmesh Chandroth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcbookshop.net/author/susmesh-chandroth"&gt;D C Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 120/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;223 Pages&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-5477730395530849343?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5477730395530849343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=5477730395530849343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/5477730395530849343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/5477730395530849343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/10/9-susmesh-chandroth.html' title='9 - Susmesh Chandroth'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJdBOXuQl68/Tqvtkl34SuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4N7wikxda6s/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-7618677926380746042</id><published>2011-10-23T21:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:01:46.290+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicaragua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sergio Ramirez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>To Bury our Fathers - Sergio Ramirez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDGUfv1HCf4/TqQy-DiChZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E2oxGSArRRI/s1600/To+bury+our+fathers.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDGUfv1HCf4/TqQy-DiChZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E2oxGSArRRI/s1600/To+bury+our+fathers.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;It has been said that the trade of writing is the best in the world, though more ancient ones exist. Or perhaps not. The need to tell, and to be told, begins that magic moment in which someone is not content with the direct perception of the reality that surrounds him, and with his mind wanders beyond the real limits of his world, where what is visible ends and darkness filled with anxiety for the unknown begins&lt;/em&gt;.”&amp;nbsp; - Sergio Ramirez ,&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Helv; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helv; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lettre-ulysses-award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helv; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sergio Ramirez is one of the leading figures in the Central American Literature. He was the Vice-President of the Nicaraguan Republic for over 15 years under the rule of Daniel Ortega. This book considered as a major work of fiction coming out of Central America. Written during 1973-1975 while he was in West Berlin, under a scholarship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sergio Ramirez takes us back to the years of 1930 to 1960 under the rule of Samoza ( 'el Hombre' as he is referred in the book) afte the fall and death of Sandino. The multi layered narrative follows the harrowing experiences of the revolutionaries often under arrest and torture and most of the times in exile at Guatemala or Honduras running away from the military. The 30 year period is too broad to detail, hence he is written tis book through the experiences of soldiers, revolutionaries, musicians, prostitutes, and other insignificant Nicaraguan people. However the theme circles around three friends, two of them initially part of the National guards and later defected. Jilguero, whose grand father contested the only election for the President of Nicaragua, won by huge margin only to have the election disqualified by el hombre. Larios ( known as Indio) was part of the national guard, who helped the colonel Catalion Lopez during one of the difficult period, only ot be paid back by treachery is now in exile at Guatemala. The along with Taleno ( son of a rich merchant joined the military academy and was part of the national guard , who was later arrested and was put in a cage near a tiger in the Presidental zoo. The threesome, gets their revenge later by kidnapping Colonel Lopez in Guatemala. On another thread we read the return of Larios' body from Guatemala to his home land by his son which could have been the reason for the name of the book. I understand the Spanish title " &lt;em&gt;¿Te dio miedo la sangre?&lt;/em&gt; " has a meaning "&lt;em&gt;Were you afraid of the Blood&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book moves through reminiscence of people, monologues or retelling of stories witnessed or heard by various participant in the present or past. In the end it all comes down to the struggle between the dictatorship of Samoza ,supported and financed by the US who control both economical and political fate of all of those tiny Central American republics. and Sandinista rebels( eventualy they won and formed a government under Daniel Ortega)..The narration does not have a flowing story line, its random and kaleidoscopic, taking the reader to a level of frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the issue with the narrative is that it is presented jumbled up to the reader. For the intial pages it is very difficult to get t grip of the tale as the space and times are often intermixed with atleast 6 threads of narration are on. Without the help of the chronology at the end of the book I wouldnt have&amp;nbsp;managed to get a hold of the narrative.&amp;nbsp;This was&amp;nbsp;helpful through out the reading, in order to get the time and place accurate, but on the otherside it was too distracting to the flow of reading. The story is summarised in the two paged preceding the chapter 1 and in the last 2 pages mentioned above. His style and language is impressive and the structure though confusing at first, once you have a grip , is good and engaging. However, the book lack in some sort of completeness. It does not have any definite conclusion, may be as intended by the writer. Nonetheless, a very intelligent work of fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Bury Our Fathers ( 1977 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sergiop Ramirez ( translated from Spanish y Nick Caistor 1984 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Readers International&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;249 Pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-7618677926380746042?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7618677926380746042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=7618677926380746042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7618677926380746042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7618677926380746042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-bury-our-fathers-sergio-ramirez.html' title='To Bury our Fathers - Sergio Ramirez'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDGUfv1HCf4/TqQy-DiChZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/E2oxGSArRRI/s72-c/To+bury+our+fathers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-567319965921318941</id><published>2011-10-22T16:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:51:03.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World War II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women writers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Spy Princess : the Life of Noor Inayat Khan  -  Shrabani Basu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBE-O6nvyYk/TqKlsCcFtcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/o61xq_oJiAo/s1600/spy_princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBE-O6nvyYk/TqKlsCcFtcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/o61xq_oJiAo/s1600/spy_princess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Typical persons you associate with a spy is what you see in movies. For most of them, I guess, the famous Mata Hari provided the benchmark/guidelines. I am not a great reader of spy novels and was apprehensive about this book, even though this is a biographical book. My fear was that the fictional or the element of glorification take the upper hand in the narrative. However, it wasn't so, at least evidently in this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Born to the royal lineage of the legendary Tipu Sultan, daughter of hindustani classical Musician Inayat Khan and his American Wife Ora Ray Baker in Moscow before moving into Paris, Noor had her initial schooling in French. The house full of musicians and Sufi sect followers ( her father was a Sufi Practitioner and teacher), she had an upbringing which were very unlike of the others of her generation. Her early years after the schooling began as a wrier. She wrote children's stories for French Magazines and had the famous Jataka Tales translated and Published into French. It was during this time she lost her father and the responsibilities of running the family fell on her as her mother withdrew herself into a solitary living confined to her room. These were the years of financial struggle for her. Just before the situation improved and they were back on their own foot, the war began. Germany with its ambition to conquer attacked France and annexed French Territory. Boor and her family like many other Paris residents, left home and were on the road. With some miracle, they entire family managed to escape to London and its here her new life started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was not some one who can pass as a spy. Fragile, very beautiful and vulnerable. Her only qualification was her training as radio operator, which she was fast. She made less errors. Her training process was long and she was given non favorable recommendations by almost every one who interviewed her or trained her. In the selection interview regarding a question about Indian Independence, she spoke in support of the Indian Leaders almost jeopardizing her selection. Her training period was also not so remarkable. She failed miserably at the mock drills/tests and practice interrogations ( her religious belief did not allow her to lie). The only positive in her profile was her ability as a radio operator and the hard work she put in apart from her proficiency in French.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost two years of training, she was asked to go to the action field. She and her colleagues were dropped in the French soil. She was asked to join one of the groups in Paris. The fate played spoil sport again. Within 10 days of her arrival , the entire team was in disarray after German's managed to crack through the squadron and arrest most of the senior leaders of the team. With no equipment to transmit and no leadership, she survived the days , slowly building up her service. the next 3 months, she was the only available radio operator in France working for the British and that put her in a difficult position. It was easy for the Germans to track her down through her transmission and that called for short transmission and constant shifting of her place. Wtih an equipment of that size, she managed to avoid the ever approaching Germans for almost 4 months supporting her bosses with information and holding position single handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She had a couple of narrow escape, but eventually by treason she was fallen into the hands of the Germans. Even under captivity she did not succumb to the pressure and never uttered any word that could be useful to the enemy. She made three attempts to escape the captivity, but failed in all. This put her under the category of 'dangerous prisoner' and she was treated with such hatred and was constantly kept chained even within her solitary cell. Even the long 8 months of jail terms she withstood the torture and constant pressure by the Gestapo, before transported to the concentration camp at Daache where she was shot dead after a long night of torture and molestation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a spy and operator, she was active only for over three months period. What made her different is her determination to stay focussed and her inner belief in her ability to hold on, while most other prisoners broke down and confessed. Despite her initial vulnerability and her fragility, she proved to the world what she is capable. Both British and French Governments recognised her contribution to the cause and have awarded her the highest military honours : The George Cross ( UK ) , and the Croix de Guerre ( France ). A very shy and family person who was very close to her brother, it was not very clear what prompted her to attend the selection process and join the SOE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me this book gave glimpses of the secret agent operatiives and the methods during the World War and some of the unsung heroes of the time. There are elements of suspense and thriller and the final pages are read like a fast page turner. As the introduction clarifies, "Noor was an unlikely spy. She was no Mata Hari. Instead she was dreamy, beautiful and gentle, a writer of children's short stories. She was not a crack shot, not endowed with great physical skill and a far cry from any spy novel prototype "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not easy to write about some one who is as elusive as Noor Inayat. She hasnt left many marks and there aren't many details available apart from what is available.She had very few friends and was reclusive most of the time. Considering all that, Shrabani Basu has done a lot of work to get the book into a near complete story of Noor, to her credit. The book is easy to read as a fiction and is chronologically arranged typical to a biography ( family background, her birth and childhood, upbringing and the early years of her life). Good attempt to bring light to a mystical and mysterious Indian princess who actively participated in the world war II.&lt;/div&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spy-Princess-Life-Noor-Inayat/dp/0930872789"&gt;Spy Process : the Life of Noor Inayat Khan&lt;/a&gt; ( 2006 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrabani Basu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roli Books - Lotus Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;234 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 395&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.sawnet.org/books/reviews.php?Spy+Princess"&gt;Sawnet Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/programmes/timewatch/gallery_spy.shtml"&gt;BBC Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noor_Inayat_Khan"&gt;Wiki Entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-567319965921318941?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/567319965921318941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=567319965921318941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/567319965921318941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/567319965921318941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/10/spy-process-life-of-noor-inayat-khan.html' title='Spy Princess : the Life of Noor Inayat Khan  -  Shrabani Basu'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBE-O6nvyYk/TqKlsCcFtcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/o61xq_oJiAo/s72-c/spy_princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-7797047272012325840</id><published>2011-10-15T17:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-15T17:52:29.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor Pelevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myth Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Helmet of Horror - Victor Pelevin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8_q5m61iNw/Tpl66blrBqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fVJeuKBed4c/s1600/The+helmet+of+Horror.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8_q5m61iNw/Tpl66blrBqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fVJeuKBed4c/s1600/The+helmet+of+Horror.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I shall construct a labyrinth in which I can lose myself together with anyone who tries to find me - who said this and about what&lt;/em&gt;?" , Ariadne starts the thread in an internet chat room. The eventful journey through the labyrinth of internet chat room, of virtual reality experiences, of physical phenomenon and psychological labyrinth of existence, thus begin. Each of them ( 8 to 9 of them with typical wacky names) find themselves locked in an identical looking room with a similar computer screen and keyboard , dressed in similar ancient Greek tunic. None of them sure of how they reached this place. While they all are aware of their existence in the virtual media through their own handle (avatar) the rest are as obscure and oblivious to the outer world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The build up of the chat conversation is through the dreamy or hallucinating experiences of the participants during the 24 hrs. They find themselves being remotely controlled by an unknown, the keystrokes take shapes to words and sentences as if they are pre-determined ( the swear words and personal information are automatically censored and replaced with xx) . The experiences are fabricated ( or so it seems) and fed to their world. The world of virtual and real often smudged and it is difficult to understand what is real and what is the creation of their mind. Each of them goes through their personal experiences in their captivity and tries to find a meaning with the help of their comrades in the chat room. Each of them brings about their own personal labyrinth and shares with the rest to find their way out, witnesses extra ordinary creatures and humans such as gigantic figures and dwarfs who appear in various forms to each. Some see them in their dream, some see them in the labyrinth outside their room for someone it is in the form of a maze in the windows screen saver. Some hear their voices, some experiences their power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reference to the&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur"&gt; Minotaur&lt;/a&gt; comes up and they are in the labyrinth of Minotaur. All they are waiting for is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theseus"&gt;Theseus&lt;/a&gt; to rescue them. Are they being manipulated to believe this. Are they the product of their own created labyrinth ? Who is controlling their view, their thoughts and their existence here? Is the culprit ( and the savior) among them ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Published by Canongate, as part of their myth series, Victor Pelevin, one of the prominent new voices from Russia,merges the myth of &lt;a href="http://greece.mrdonn.org/theseus.html"&gt;Minotaur and Theseus&lt;/a&gt; into the modern day internet settings. Theseus had the help of the princess to get back safely through the labyrinth after his triumph over Minotaur. Pelevin hints at the need of a new Theseus, to get them out of the hold of Minotaur and navigate safely through the labyrinth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entirely told through internet chat transcript, Victor Pelevin attempts to bring out the self made labyrinth of the individual, where the hapless individual tries to find his way out. He creates the eery environment with ease and manages to retain the suspense and the perceived terror through out. The concept and build ahead of the "Helmet of Horror' is interesting and a bit confusing ( the helmet of horror is in no way the one thing that is, it is also one of the multitude of things that are not) , but it may be a regular affair to a science fiction reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Writing is tricky and too clever. He bring too many things together with too many jargons. he brings references to holy church, the cryptic messages to be decoded, little bit of romance running along side and many uses of symbols. The attempts is brave and is something new but I felt it was too ambitious and clever to my comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Helmet-Horror-Myth-Theseus-Minotaur/dp/1841957607"&gt;The Helmet of Horror&lt;/a&gt; ( 2006 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Pelevin"&gt;Victor Pelevin&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Russian by Andrew Bromfield 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canongate Books &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;274 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2006/apr/22/featuresreviews.guardianreview27"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/pelevinv/helmet.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-7797047272012325840?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7797047272012325840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=7797047272012325840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7797047272012325840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7797047272012325840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/10/helmet-of-horror-victor-pelevin.html' title='The Helmet of Horror - Victor Pelevin'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8_q5m61iNw/Tpl66blrBqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fVJeuKBed4c/s72-c/The+helmet+of+Horror.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-654572396237144581</id><published>2011-10-09T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:42:36.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haruki Murakami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Kafka on the Shore - Haruki Murakami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GvXkuwfofw/TpFzV_AMWcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bo6_NF9wZWw/s1600/Kafka+on+the+shore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GvXkuwfofw/TpFzV_AMWcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bo6_NF9wZWw/s200/Kafka+on+the+shore.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;On my fifteenth birthday, I'll run away from home, journey to a far-off town, and live in a corner of a small library. It sounds a little like a fairy tale. But it's no fairy tale, believe me&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Karuki Murakami's name has been put forward by many enthusiast as one of the potential Nobel candidate in the near future. After his runaway success with the translation of Wind up Chronicle and the rest, there are many who have fallen for his style of writing. The recent release of his magnum opus 1Q04 ( English translation is expected any time), his popularity among serious readers have gone up dramatically. I have been holding on to this book for over 3 years and have decided to pick it up for reading during the 'nobel speculation'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First things first,I'm not a great fan of huge books. While I appreciate his style and writing, my comments about this book is rather reserved. I am not as blown away as some of my friends are over this book. Midway through the journey I even felt bored and thought of hanging up. More over the book to be resembled more European than Japanese to me. Which also signifies the shift in the modern writing in the Easter Part of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The novel is about a 15 year old boy running away from home leaving his sculpture father behind. He escapes to a remote corner of the country taking refuge in a private owned library working there in part time. There is a parallel thread which is to merge ( or come close) towards the end talks about an old man suffered irreparable damage ( to his memory ) during an incident post the WW2. After a long time spend in hospital post a mass hypnotic effect ( as we read through the X-Files of US military intelligence), he looses his power of comprehension and gains the knowledge of the languages of the cats. After working in a carpenters for 30 years, he is now retired and living on the grand provided by the district governor. The story of the boy Kafka Tamura as he identify himself, goes through his life in the library where he befriends Oshima , a 21 year old transgender who is the keeper of the library and who assist Kafka to settle and hide from the world. A magestic lady who presumably the owner of the place called Miss Saeki, with a mysterious present and past - as a singer pianist who had a sold out album with a smash hit titled Kafka on the Shore. And Kafka's one night friendship with Sakura a 21 year old beautician,who helps him during his troubled time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakata spent his time locating and retrieving lost cats for the neighborhood houses using his ability to speak to cats. The meagre amount of 'thanks giving' money he keeps for himself. It is in one of such sojourn he bump into Johnnie Walker ( yes, with hat and stick) who kills cats and eat their soul. To protect the cat he has to secure and return, Nakata had to kill Johnnie walker in his den. His admission of guilt at the local police station and the prediction of a 'rain of fishes' was not taken seriously. He embark upon a long journey , not knowing where and how, by hitch hiking across the highway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the meanwhile the murder of the famous sculpture Tamura by stab wounds are out. Its all over the news. The only clue police had the mysterious man claiming to have killed him and that his 15 year old son had ran away from home a day before. Nakata continue his journey as he felt and asking the driver to help him cross the huge bridge where he need to get the "entrance stone". Nakata's life has a meaning now and he need to execute what is written for him to perform. With the help of his new found man friday ( truck driver Hoshino) , he set about getting access to the 'Entrance stone' and the library where he meet Miss Saeki as scripted. Soon both Miss Saeki and Nakata leave this world, leaving the rest perplexed ( and us the readers). Further continuing the riddled narration Murakami takes us to the shore with a rather obvious ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book evolves around the riddles and Murakami is not trying to find the answer for you. He keeps us guessing ( the obvious) without revealing it clearly, letting the reader to his own conclusions. Is Miss Saeki his real mother ? Is Sakura his sister ? Is the sculpture his biological father ? there are no answers ? What is Nakata's role in this ? Is he fulfilling what the destiny asked him to do ? Why was the truck driver Hoshino part of the plot and what was he trying to find for himself ? That also brings an interesting observation about this book. It is these peripheral characters that makes it interesting to read. It is they which adds color and content to the story. Miss Saeki , The truck driver Hoshino, the transgender Oshima are the ones that make this an interesting read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are cats talking to people and among themselves , the text is intermixed and often take the surreal path. There are souls of living people wandering at night even making love, there is johnnie walker and Sanderos of KFC ( works as a pimp as well as a guide in finding out the entrance stone), You also find the boys alter ego called "The boy called Crow" talking to himself ( Kafka means Crow in Czech language, apparently). Its a quagmire of images and concepts and Murakami is trying put all that into one place. It is confusing at first and intriguing as you read through. But the whole puzzle falls in place as you continue reading. In the end, I guess you will be rewarded for your patience, albeit the puzzle is not solved entirely for you. Murakami puts it as "&lt;em&gt;Kafka on the Shore contains several riddles, but there aren't any solutions provided. Instead, several of these riddles combine, and through their interaction, the possibility of a solution takes shape. And the form this solution takes will be different for each reader&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is a fast page turner and I had a rather fast read of a 600+ page book. I still find it a little too long with a lot of dragging pages. While this is a prelude to reading 1Q04 ( I am not likely to go for any of his other books judging by this read), and a good introduction to his writing. Not a bad read, but not exceptional as I was made to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kafka-Shore-Haruki-Murakami/dp/1400043662"&gt;Kafka on the Shore&lt;/a&gt; ( 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haruki_Murakami"&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Japanese by Philip Gabriel 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;615 Pages&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kafka_on_the_Shore"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://contemporarylit.about.com/od/fiction/fr/kafkaOnTheShore.htm"&gt;Contemporary Literature&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/02/06/books/review/06COVERMI.html?pagewanted=all"&gt; NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/jan/08/fiction.harukimurakami"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2005/01/24/050124crbo_books1"&gt;Newyorker,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/murakamih/kafkaots.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-654572396237144581?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/654572396237144581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=654572396237144581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/654572396237144581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/654572396237144581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/10/kafka-on-shore-haruki-murakami.html' title='Kafka on the Shore - Haruki Murakami'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GvXkuwfofw/TpFzV_AMWcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bo6_NF9wZWw/s72-c/Kafka+on+the+shore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-7686619053234445340</id><published>2011-09-30T23:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:16:38.374+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernesto Sabato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>The Tunnel - Ernesto Sabato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RH8k3OSsyM/ToYAWEEgy_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SgZNkV2rm2w/s1600/Tunnel.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RH8k3OSsyM/ToYAWEEgy_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SgZNkV2rm2w/s1600/Tunnel.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ernesto Sabato, one of the masters of 20th century&amp;nbsp; Latin American Literature died last April, two months ahead of his 100th birth day. The tunnel, originally published in 1948, has been heralded as one of the pioneer in the existentialist novels. This is my first reading of Ernesto Sabato and I am still under its spell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Pablo Castel, a modernist painter, killed his only friend in the world, Maria Iribane, whom he loved and longed. From his cell, he recalls his days of love and the events that followed until the murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It would be sufficient to say that I am Juan Pablo Castel, the painter who killed Maria Iribane. ..... You may wonder what has motivated me to write this account of my crime, and why I want to publish it..&lt;/blockquote&gt;He gives no specific reason, " &lt;i&gt;I want to tell the story of my crime: that and nothing more&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The met, or more accurate to say, he saw her in one of his painting exhibition. According to him, she was the only one who recognised or understood his painting. The accidental meeting later the week made him follow her to the building she worked or came to do some errand in the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; The attraction turned mutual and on his part, it has become obsessive. Obsession changes him. He grew possessive and suspicious at the same time. He cant live without her presence near, despite knowing she is married to a blind man and she most likely have another lover in the country side. Maria on her part plays along exhibiting similar traits and wanting to suffer from his hand until she was murdered at the hand of Castel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castel is a compelling character, though he is not one you will want to be familiar with. He thinks in the probability theory on every aspect of their relationship. He substantiate his thoughts with his own theory and try to extract responses and behaviour from her that conforms his theory. Under suspicion, every thing she does is looked through microscopic scrutiny and the negative thought developed over and over makes him nervous and tormented. He wants to escape this path and goes back to his own, but&amp;nbsp; continued to be pulled back. Even when they are together, he is not able to have normal conversation and he fails to express himself to her despite his best effort . He confront himself and her, trying to figure out all the possible reasons of her actions and the possible options that exists for him , trying to analyse them logically. Each move from him is one of the possible outcome, which may not seems convincing to the rest of the world,&amp;nbsp; including his conviction of killing her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly ( well, thinking about it now) this book was praised by Albert Camus and Graham Greene. Critics says, this book also reflects the isolation of an urban Argentine youth and explores the irrationality and dark side of the modern metropolis. You may also want to read this as a political novel as Argentina at that time was under the rule of&amp;nbsp; Peron. It is intersting to note that Sabato was the chairman of the commission that investigated the murders committed during the dictatorship ( which of course was much later in 1984).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language is impeccable. Short and controlled sentences. Clear in communicating and displaying the emotion they convey. It is also non pretentious and surprisingly narrator is calm and collected in his thoughts. He conclude saying "&lt;i&gt;There was one person who could have understood me. But she was the person I killed&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant novel, I am sure will have to read a couple of more times to fully appreciate this.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tunnel-Ernesto-Sbato-R/dp/0141194545/ref=pd_cp_b_0"&gt;The Tunnel&lt;/a&gt; ( 1948)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernesto_Sabato"&gt;Ernesto Sabato&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Spanish by Margaret Sayers Peden 1988 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Further read : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/may/21/rereading-ernesto-sabato-colm-toibin"&gt;Guardian 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/may/22/the-tunnel-ernesto-sabato-review"&gt;Guardian 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/the-tunnel-by-ernesto-s225bato-2276063.html"&gt;independent&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_T%C3%BAnel"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-7686619053234445340?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7686619053234445340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=7686619053234445340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7686619053234445340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7686619053234445340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/09/tunnel-ernesto-sabato.html' title='The Tunnel - Ernesto Sabato'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RH8k3OSsyM/ToYAWEEgy_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SgZNkV2rm2w/s72-c/Tunnel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8329898883331126560</id><published>2011-09-24T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:37:43.460+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.L.Kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Day - A L Kennedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn-VKvrdt-0/Tn2dVzhKx7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EiGfwOkiW-k/s1600/Day.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn-VKvrdt-0/Tn2dVzhKx7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EiGfwOkiW-k/s1600/Day.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working as an extra in a war movie, being shot in Germany post the World War II, Alfred Day trying hard to get back to the mainstream life which seem to be alien to him. His life as he recounts in bits and pieces isn't been one that he would look back with happiness.&amp;nbsp;Early days of life&amp;nbsp;with his alcoholic father physically and mentally abuses his mother bore the memories of his troubled childhood. It is to escape this situation at home, he decided to join the RAF during the war. He volunteered to be part of the Airforce and was happy to take the position of a tail-gunner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He camaraderie with his bomber mates were to compensate for all that was missing at home. Even that seems to be short lived after a crash and him being detained as PoW. His accidental meeting and the love that budded with joyce, a married woman whose husband apparently missing in action in the east somewhere, is the only colour in his life, which he again looses on his return post the war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unable to find himself in the society, he find himself a job as an extra in a movie. Its here again, he find himself alone. Effort to be in connection with fellow artists ( a Ukrainian wanting to migrate to UK) also ended up in bitter physical fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A L Kennedy is able to recreate the sentiments and the after effects of war on individual. Dark and gloomy and often hopeless plight of individuals are brought out pretty well.It is only at the PoW camp ( even if it is a mock set up for a movie ) he find his place. Day is a internalised , non socialising , tormented man and the style and structure of her writing depicts the exact nature of her protagonist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her style is not easy to cope with. Its extremely demanding and require utmost concentration. In that way, the reading wasn't very pleasant. It moves from first person narrative to second person ( you, type) and the third person in the same paragraph/page. The writing is abstract and stingy. Once you get over these obstructions, the book is pretty good and intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Day-novel-L-Kennedy/dp/0307266834"&gt;Day&lt;/a&gt; ( 2007 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._L._Kennedy"&gt;A L Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;280 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Reviews&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/day-by-a-l-kennedy-795538.html"&gt;Independent&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/apr/07/fiction.alkennedy"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/arts/books/reviews/42592/"&gt;NY Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8329898883331126560?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8329898883331126560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8329898883331126560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8329898883331126560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8329898883331126560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-l-kennedy.html' title='Day - A L Kennedy'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn-VKvrdt-0/Tn2dVzhKx7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EiGfwOkiW-k/s72-c/Day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8441794504681564280</id><published>2011-09-17T10:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:07:13.239+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hwang Sok-Yong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Ancient Garden - Hwang Sok-Yong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ADzqKjxtDY/TnQi2FhOvWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SYDLX7wc4dc/s1600/Ancient+Garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ADzqKjxtDY/TnQi2FhOvWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SYDLX7wc4dc/s200/Ancient+Garden.jpg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you were shut in a cell for nearly two decades in the 80s and 90s, the years that saw huge shifts in the economical, technological and political scenes of the world, you will be bewildered by what you witness in the world. Oh Hyun Woo, a political prisoner, sentenced for life was released after 18 years of prison life is struggling to cope with the changes as he was released out of prison in the new millenium. He realises that the situation now is different, and what he and his friends fought for and sacrificed their youth and their life has no meaning in the changed time. Nothing new to look forward to and age at the wrong side of him, all he has is the old memories of love and friendship. But the only memory that remain fondly despite the gruelling years in jail, of meeting his love of life, which he soon realises, is no more. Yoon Hee, his love ( an affair lasted mere six month but remained forever) has died three year ago succumbs to cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Broken and tormented, Hyun Woo, recedes to the small house in Kalmoe, where he and Yoon Hee spend the time during his hiding, leaving him with fond memories of rare happiness. He relives his life during those troubled times through the notes she left for him, through her diaries and the paintings. He rebuilds the life, trying to find a meaning for those days of revolutionary, and of his life in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Here in Kalmae, as I've met the remains of Yoon Hee, I have found a partner, I can exist concretely through her. What was locked up in solitary confinement was not Oh Hyun Woo, but number 1444..Now I am returning to the world outside through my partner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Written at the backdrops of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kwangju"&gt;Kwangju&lt;/a&gt; ( or Gwangju ) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gwangju_Democratization_Movement"&gt;civil demonstrations&lt;/a&gt;, which was brutally crushed by the military government of &lt;strong&gt;Chun Doo-hwan&lt;/strong&gt;, Wiki says, &lt;em&gt;In May 1980, civil demonstrations took place in Gwangju against the newly installed military government of Chun Doo-hwan resulting in hundreds of civilians being killed by the Korean Military. The demonstrations were suppressed by military forces, including elite units of the Special Operations Command. Most commentators agree that the suppression was characterized by its egregious brutality, including several incidents where military forces fired automatic weapons into crowds of unarmed demonstrators. Gwangju is sometimes called "the shrine of Korean democracy" because of this incident, which is known today as the Gwangju Democratization Movement. After civilian rule was reinstated, a national cemetery was established honoring the victims of the incident&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hwang Sok-Yong recalls those days through the tale of a love and sacrifice. Hyun Woo and his friends are on the run fearing arrest and torture. As in the case of every revolutionary movement, there are underground operations, the propaganda work, the arrests and torture leading to more revelations and more arrests. The strength of ideology and will power of the youth continue to create ripples in the society and causes trouble to the government, until every one them are arrested and put behind bars. Hyun Woo, suggested as the king pin by the authorities manage to avoid arrest for a longer time, eventually falling into their hand. The days of torture and interrogation saw him sentenced to solitary confinement which continued for over 18 years. Looking back he says, "&lt;em&gt;We knew we would fail, but we believed that the truth would be revealed, even if it took a long time, and we believed in a future where the world would be transformed into a righteous place&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yoon Hee, an art teacher who is entrusted with the task of proving shelter for the fleeing Hyun Woo, find herself attracted to the man under her protection. Their love is recreated through the letters and other pages she wrote, and left behind for him, once diagnosed with illness.She even rebuilds the house as it was during those days anticipating his return, to its precise details. It is through these writings and the reminiscence that triggers in Hyun-Woo that brings the picture of the story in flash backs. Yoon Hee continue to sympathise with the movement post the arrest of her lover, by helping the others while studying and teaching paintings in Seoul, without being an activist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The narration shifts between periods and locations as deemed fit, from the revolutionary days of Hyun Woo as an activist, to the notes and diaries of Yoon Hee, the solitary prison days of Hyun Woo, the present day after his release and the days spent at Kalmae in company of each other. I thought the writing of Hwang Sok-Yong wre at its best in these pages, until I think the narration fizzles out and loose some of its steam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the later part of the book, Yoon Hee spends a lot of time in Berlin pursuing her studies in art. It was during the decisive years of changes that shook eastern Europe. It was during this time, the changes of political thoughts and and direction to the obsessive left enthusiasts across the globe. These changes reflected in the thoughts of the erstwhile students and workers agitation leaders as well as Yoon Hee. What is interesting is the hidden parallel the author draws between the fall of the Berlin wall and the unification of Germany to the Korean Peninsula. Closely observing the behaviour of the erstwhile East Germans, who come over to the West to experience the new world, with the 'stipend' they receive at the border. In a similar way, Yoon Hee and her friend entertain a North Korean student strayed ( against the permission the North Korean Authorities imposes on him) into West Berlin and host him for a couple of days and helps him to return safely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hwang Sok-Yong's political thoughts and sympathies are obvious through out the novel. He was arrested and sentenced for alleged visit to North Korea in the 90s. In that sense, this is a strong political novel, where the intensity drops down ( as in the real case in South Korea) towards the end period. By then Korea has ousted the military Dictators and have progressed economically in a very significant way. The changes in the world political system is reflected in the thoughts of the Koreans as well so is in the novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hwang Sok-yong also wrote for the theater, and several members of a company were killed while performing one of his plays during the 1980 Kwangju uprising. During this time Hwang Sok-yong went from being a politically committed writer revered by students and intellectuals, to participating directly in the struggle. As he says: “&lt;em&gt; I fought Park Chung-hee’s dictatorship. I worked in the factories and farms of Cholla, and I took part in the movements of the masses throughout the country . . . in 1980, I took part in the Kwangju uprising. I improvised plays, wrote pamphlets and songs, coordinated a group of writers against the dictatorship, and started a clandestine radio station called “The voice of free Kwangju"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While there book announces itself as a love story, it examines sympathetically the students and workers movement giving it a legitimate voice. Hwang Sok-Yong is a brilliant writer and it is visible in this book. However, this books drags too much towards the end, drifting from the main theme loosing the continuity. It also charts the often drafted paths of melodrama with the daughter and re-union ( he handled them beautifully though) which is too much of a comfort to me. Otherwise it was a good read in spite of the old fashioned style of narrative ( even though it is written in 2009) through flash backs.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ancient-Garden-Hwang-Sok-Yong/dp/0330456482"&gt;The Ancient Garden&lt;/a&gt; ( 2009 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hwang_Sok-yong"&gt;Hwang Sok-Yong&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Korean by Jay Oh 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;543 Pages&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More read : &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/13/books/review/Myers-t.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.koreaherald.com/lifestyle/Detail.jsp?newsMLId=20110826000566"&gt;Korean Herald&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://londonkoreanlinks.net/2011/04/06/hwang-sok-yong-the-old-garden/"&gt;London Korean Link&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.koreasociety.org/film_blog/reviews/the_old_garden_a_review.html"&gt;Korean Society&lt;/a&gt; ( film review)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8441794504681564280?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8441794504681564280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8441794504681564280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8441794504681564280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8441794504681564280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/09/ancient-garden-hwang-sok-yong.html' title='The Ancient Garden - Hwang Sok-Yong'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ADzqKjxtDY/TnQi2FhOvWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SYDLX7wc4dc/s72-c/Ancient+Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6752103722104517509</id><published>2011-09-03T18:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:51:48.990+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prakasan Madikkai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Koruvanathile Poothangal - Prakasan Madikkai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybavUY8gosE/TmIpuEyA_zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ekkmHdOBPZI/s1600/Koruvanathile+poothangal.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybavUY8gosE/TmIpuEyA_zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ekkmHdOBPZI/s1600/Koruvanathile+poothangal.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I observe in the new&amp;nbsp; Malayalam writing, is their new found love for myths, history and the language, mixing the contemporary issues. Be its politics or socio-economical changes, the creation of the atmosphere often goes through these fundamental elements. This is an interesting trend, taking us back to the style of 60s and 70s before the arrival of post modern stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing myth, history, folklore,cultural rituals and local beliefs with reality Prakasan builds an engaging tale of destruction to the eco systems and to the society with the arrival of the quarry in the village. The quarry is the living place for most of the dginns or the dead souls.&amp;nbsp; They live their peaceful existence mingled with the local beliefs.&amp;nbsp; With the arrival of the quarry, they were evicted from there by the powerful exorcist Arjuthan who managed to contain them in a pot and sealed and buried them deep under. With this , the quarry started their operations and according to the local Communist LEader and member of the Panchayat, came labour to the large number of the villagers. However, this was only the beginning of the worse.&amp;nbsp; The political lobby would want to start a theme park in the village, adjoining the river and the small island. The balanced ecosystem of the villagers , the nature and the numerous elements of supernatural power thus breaks. Every break in the system does destroy the place and the ill-fate befall the village, which witnesses unusual deaths of his various inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prakasan's novel is a political as well. Without getting into the political debates, he manages to sketch the changing face of politics, from the all enduring humanist communist to one being manipulated by the rich, and later itself become the rich by means of its business interests. It is the same with religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language, especially its control on the narration is one that makes this a different reading. Language with its local fragrance and simplicity can be an extremely powerful tool. It removes the elements of forced writings and build in the reality. The expressions are shorter and crisp. They do not need explanation ( may be translation in certain cases). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village Noonjiyur, is the typical hill side village in the north Kerala. It has its own variety of "Theyyams" and the legend associated with each. Yatheesan, the youngster, who is supposed to be playing the " Chamundi Theyyam" at the Temple. But the previous night visit to the local prostitute and the alcohol gets him out of control and&amp;nbsp; in the end looses his right to be a theyyam. Its the hunter Ratnakaran, who comes to his rescue. However, Ratnakaran who with his double barrel gun and cruel mannerisms scared the locals, died when a wild boar lost its senses and ran all over him. Similar fates awaits lot more characters. The Quarry owner Kurian, local secretary of Communist Party, the theyyam artist Kotharmman, Comrade Kumaran, The local exorcist and witch doctor Arjuthan, Pokkan who send law suits to al of the village on various reasons,&amp;nbsp; the carpenter Ambookkan, the madman Cherooli Raman, the Temple oracle Kandan etc are some of the many active and interesting characters that you meet in the tale. This mosaic style of characterisations&amp;nbsp; forms the overall picture of the village. Because of this, the tale looses a central character around which the story move and that is one huge reason for its not becoming a full length novel, from its current length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to see Magical realism still has takers. While the story line is not the strength of this novel, and the canvas itself is short, Prakasan overcome these deficiencies through his brilliant use of language and the construct. With the coexistence of history , myths and rituals , he creates a a world of fantasy often making it difficult to differentiate the real from the imagery. While magical realism might be out of fashion in the literary world, it still has its effects here in this short novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner of the 2010 Green Books award, this book is heralded as one of the new voices in Malayalam Literary scene. Prakasan Madikkai, indeed has a strong voice and a style that is powerful as well as effective in getting his points across. The book is short and the story line per se is not great. What he did is to create a effect with sublime use of his resources. Very good effort by this debutante.&lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenbooksindia.com/?s=koruvanathile"&gt;Koruvanathile Poothangal &lt;/a&gt;( 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prakasan madikkai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 80&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6752103722104517509?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6752103722104517509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6752103722104517509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6752103722104517509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6752103722104517509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/09/koruvanathile-poothangal-prakasan.html' title='Koruvanathile Poothangal - Prakasan Madikkai'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybavUY8gosE/TmIpuEyA_zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ekkmHdOBPZI/s72-c/Koruvanathile+poothangal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6260687098979293066</id><published>2011-08-31T16:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:36:30.495+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><title type='text'>The Five Dysfunctions of a Team - Patrick Lencioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_aarrj3="342" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCTjkYcwKT4/Tl4Vln7tkTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/II3X46J-0cU/s1600/five+dysfunctions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCTjkYcwKT4/Tl4Vln7tkTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/II3X46J-0cU/s1600/five+dysfunctions.jpg" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Success of any Team has many ingredients. What differentiate a great team and a bad team is the lack of many of these fundamentals. Every successful team has its own uniqueness that stand them apart from the rest. There are innumerable books on the leaders of successful team or organisations. Despite of these uniqueness, there are few common factors that is essential to the success of a team. Lack of these fundamentals can be attributed to the failure of team, however great the individuals of the team are. Patrick Lencioni, in his celebrated book, discusses these dysfunctions of every unsuccessful team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_y2kow4="391"&gt;According to him , the five dysfunctions are :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_y2kow4="429" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Absence of Trust — unwilling to be vulnerable within the group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fear of Conflict — seeking artificial harmony over constructive passionate debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lack of Commitment — feigning buy-in for group decisions creates ambiguity throughout the organization&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avoidance of Accountability — ducking the responsibility to call peers on counterproductive behavior sets low standards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inattention to Results — focusing on personal success, status and ego before team success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Book consists of two parts. Part one, written in a parable style, looks at the proceedings at a Silicon Valley startup, currently struggling, despite some great individuals at the helm. Generally young, tech savvy leadership team is put under a newly appointed 55 year old, lady CEO, from the typical old school back ground. In her attempt to re-build the team , she exposes the short comings of the team in her initial off-site meeting of her leadership team. The next few chapters examines these dysfunctions among the team and set to address them by her own ways and style. They go through anger, frustration, despise, fear, rejection and various other emotions. The team goes through the inner turmoil , doing their own introspection, getting their act together during the next couple of leadership meetings. They also go through removal of certain leaders, and the often heard restructuring before, as it always end, in bringing back to the path to success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The initial part is written like a fiction, with all those twists and turns, the anxiety, the deception and suspense. Most of the chapters are in the form of meeting room discussions, and conversations. it is in this part, he introduces the concept of five dysfunctions. But, the part 2 of the book gets into the serious discussion. There are no stories here. In a typical text book manner, he examines each of these dysfunctions at length, their pros and cons, the symptoms and the recommendations to overcome them in a more practical and actionable terms. Very crisp and concise, this part is the creame of the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Typical to any management , self development books, this too does not provide you with any new insights. You go through the familiar "I know this already" feeling. However, the second part makes the difference. Personally, I found this book pretty good and presented neat, despite the 'novel' approach in the part one. This is a good read for any first or second line managers, who lead complex teams.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_w1jqpo="339"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Five-Dysfunctions-Team-Leadership-Lencioni/dp/0787960756"&gt;The Five Dysfunctions of a Team&lt;/a&gt; ( 2002)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_w1jqpo="418"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_w1jqpo="383"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Lencioni"&gt;Patrick Lencioni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_w1jqpo="382"&gt;Times Group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_y2kow4="392"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;229 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_aarrj3="360"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_w1jqpo="419"&gt;Other links: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Five_Dysfunctions_of_a_Team"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.tablegroup.com/books/dysfunctions/"&gt; Table Group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6260687098979293066?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6260687098979293066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6260687098979293066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6260687098979293066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6260687098979293066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/08/five-dysfunctions-of-team-patrick.html' title='The Five Dysfunctions of a Team - Patrick Lencioni'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCTjkYcwKT4/Tl4Vln7tkTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/II3X46J-0cU/s72-c/five+dysfunctions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-2135909295836315518</id><published>2011-08-27T16:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:29:51.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samrat Upadhyay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nepal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Arresting God in Kathmandu - Samrat Upadhyay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_bcjzlb="393" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZHLcILg5k4/TljLketT0oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tl-28uMzBgI/s1600/Arresting+god+in+Kathmandu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZHLcILg5k4/TljLketT0oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tl-28uMzBgI/s200/Arresting+god+in+Kathmandu.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_qm5w6s="358"&gt;Samrat Upadhyay, is the first Nepali author who had written and published his works in English. Currently working in US, most of&amp;nbsp;his stories in this collections are on the middle-upper class life in and around Kathmandu. Most of them revolve&amp;nbsp;around the changing world and changing values of the society and the families.There are no generation conflicts, but there are the difficulties of the individuals in the changing world where the find themselves alienated from the world and from their own people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="358" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_qm5w6s="360"&gt;Most of the stories depicts the troubles&amp;nbsp;and unhappiness in the families. The rebellion within the family , unhappy over the orthodox family values pushed on the generation. Hence, all the stories revolve around adultery, relationship outside wedlock, the new found sexual liberation and freedom, illicit affairs, and unwanted pregnancy. While these form the thread on the chain, its the resulting issues that affects the family that is in discussion here. Except one, "The Cooking Poet", rest all appears to be moving along this line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="442" closure_uid_qm5w6s="361" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="588" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Samrat has a knack of starting the stories with a bang. "The trouble bagan for Deepak misra when he kissed his unattractive secretary in the office ( Deepak misra's Secretary), Get him married, Rudra said, once he has a wife, he will come to his senses" ( The limping bride), "The man wih long hair appeared around the street corner, his self confident apparent even from a distance" ( The man with Long hair) etc started with enough curiosity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Cooking Poet, which stand out from the rest talked about a young poet with extraordinary talent, seeking blessing from the old guard, an established and well sought after poet during his early days of career. Realising the huge potential bordering jealousy, the old man promote the talent to the larger world, only to realise his involvement in the revolutionary movements. In "The Limping Bride" talks about a fathers dilemma with his drunkard son. He fights his own hidden desires ( after the death of his wife) resurface with the arrival of the bride, along with his efforts to get his son accept the girl as his life partner. The room Next door talk about a families hide the illicit pregnancy of their college going daughter and to save their image in the society get her married to a worker in their house. Deepak Misra's Secretary, is a tale of a Nepali businessman's troubled marriage with an American wife. 'This world' looks at the new generation, US educated Nepali youths with their life and multiple affairs and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_qm5w6s="362" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arresting God in Kathmandu is a catchy title; however there are no stories that carry this name. The only reason I could attribute for this header ( I dont see any other reference to it elsewhere), is the omnipresence of Gods in the life of Nepal with its numerous temples ( the famous Pasupathinath Temple including) in and around Kathmandu. God, is an eternal presence in the life and so is in the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="347" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having said that, there are no stories that worth a second read in this series. Nor am I going to start my verbose on this book to my friends and insist they read this. While it is interesting and good to see writings emerge from Nepal, this leaves me rather disappointed for its lack of style, substance and language. Apart from few superfluous family story of sexual, matrimonial troubles, it does not reflect the larger issues of Nepali society. A mediocre effort.&lt;/div&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="443"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Arresting-God-Kathmandu-Samrat-Upadhyay/dp/0618043713"&gt;Arresting God in Kathmandu&lt;/a&gt; ( 2001 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="478"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samrat_Upadhyay"&gt;Samrat Upadhyay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupa &amp;amp; Co&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="546"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="477"&gt;191 Pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="511"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="338"&gt;Rs 250&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="346"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bcjzlb="512"&gt;Other reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/arresting-god-in-kathmandu"&gt;Book Reporter&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.blesok.com.mk/tekst.asp?lang=eng&amp;amp;tekst=1123#"&gt;Blesok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-2135909295836315518?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2135909295836315518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=2135909295836315518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2135909295836315518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2135909295836315518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/08/arresting-god-in-kathmandu-samrat.html' title='Arresting God in Kathmandu - Samrat Upadhyay'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZHLcILg5k4/TljLketT0oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Tl-28uMzBgI/s72-c/Arresting+god+in+Kathmandu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8454050604265247015</id><published>2011-08-20T20:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:49:21.543+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charu Nivedita'/><title type='text'>Zero Degree - Charu Nivedita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4K-nOKu7g30/Tk_Pbr22qjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0hFaGovoM4A/s1600/Zero_degree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4K-nOKu7g30/Tk_Pbr22qjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0hFaGovoM4A/s200/Zero_degree.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="350" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Originally published in 1998, the book caused a stir in the Tamil Literary scene for its non-linear narrative and the brutal and explosive description of violence, torture and sex. It was beyond what the conservative society could take. Experimental novel with narrative technique moving between traditional styled story telling to poems, to plain single lined comments, monologues, telephone conversations and what not... The publishers blurb announces this as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transgressive_fiction"&gt;transgressive fiction&lt;/a&gt;, the book was a huge success in Tamil and in Malayalam, to which it was translated almost immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="619" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The new age literature, I have observed, has taken up new ways of communication with the readers. From the time tested, traditional styles of 20th century, we see the use of latest jargons in the market place appearing in abundance in the books of young writers books in the new century. I am yet to see a facebook or twitter reference in the main stay literature, but the e-mails, blog entries, the internet uploads and cellphone transcripts have become common. This book , with its current shock value, might not be as shocking in next few decades, as the same is not a new concept in the literature of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Charu Nivedia, while speaking to some of us, while he was in Bangalore , was mentioning using at least six styles of Tamil in his original. Intellectual urban Tamil to the slum dwellers brash use of language. However, understandably, it would be difficult to get that effect in a translation. There is no elitist use of language here. It is plain and non-baroque. Its often incomplete and abandoned. Seldom, he gets into story narration. Its a collage of various images. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="340" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="363" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Is this really a novel, or merely a bunch of notes thrown together into a book&lt;/em&gt;?” , the narrator himself ask at the beginning of the book. "&lt;em&gt;There’s been a mistake. The chapters have become shuffled. I might have had some ulterior motive&lt;/em&gt;". This is a book about literature. The unnamed narrator ( or sometime named as Charu Nivedita), refers to the texts written by someone called Muniyandi and that of a Misra. He himself modifies some of the writing and fills in the gaps wherever essential. The characters are not special, and there are no heroes. The novel ( if we can call that) itself as he claims a mixture of three writings. Its an experimental novel and the effort is in creating a deliberate stir with the readers and in that he succeeded. However, we can see a fantastic writer in those chapters where he move away from his experiment and gets to story telling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a work of an intelligent writer. Some one who do want to create a stir. There is no linear story line. There is no real story to say, apart from various tales loosely held. The intention was not that of telling a story. It is to create a new way of writing, new way of communicating. Whatever was considered a taboo in the society ( to talk publicly and openly), but was past of the daily life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="361" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is appreciable is the effort in translation. I am usually wary about English translations from an Indian Language. This was a welcome change, with certain limitations ( like the local idioms ) not withstanding. Reading this has been a roller coaster ride often trash, often curious, often mediocre and brilliant at many places. Very interesting and path breaking novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="344"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="416"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zero-Degree-Charu-Nivedita/dp/8190605615"&gt;Zero Degree&lt;/a&gt; ( 1998)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="345"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="451"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charu_Nivedita"&gt;Charu Nivedita&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated form tamil by Pritham K Chakravarthy &amp;amp; Rakesh Khanna 2008 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blaft.com/view_details.php?id=6"&gt;Blaft Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="583"&gt;239 Pags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="517"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="484"&gt;Rs 315&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="348"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_oih3u4="349"&gt;More reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.tehelka.com/story_main41.asp?filename=hub201208style_as.asp"&gt;Tehelka&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://beautifulmind-sam.blogspot.com/2008/06/zero-degree-transgressive-wave.html"&gt;Interview with the translators &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8454050604265247015?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8454050604265247015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8454050604265247015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8454050604265247015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8454050604265247015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/08/zero-degrees-charu-nivedita.html' title='Zero Degree - Charu Nivedita'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4K-nOKu7g30/Tk_Pbr22qjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0hFaGovoM4A/s72-c/Zero_degree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-7685118177242698751</id><published>2011-08-16T15:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:40:04.839+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobel Prize winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guatemala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictator Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asturias'/><title type='text'>The President - Miguel Angel Asturias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0JLpOGDFus/TkpB2VVt-OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7r5qGWL-AgI/s1600/The+President.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0JLpOGDFus/TkpB2VVt-OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7r5qGWL-AgI/s200/The+President.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="373" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;em closure_uid_mgnumv="605"&gt;Death has always been my true ally , Miguel !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="374" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ryzsard Kapucinsky says in his "Soccer war" that it takes only 100 armed men along with you, to capture the power of the state in many of the countries in Africa, Latin America and some parts of Asia. It is that easy to be the leader of the nation and it needs another 100 and a leader to throw you out. Hence, the moment you are on the seat, your effort is to remain there as long as possible. One of the best way is to successfully eliminate not your enemies, but anyone who is a potential threat to you, and mostly your own comrades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="375" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="376" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In one of the discussions after reading "I, the Supreme", some of us where discussing the great 'dictator novels' emerged from Latin America in the 60s. This article written by the great Mexican writer Carlos Fuentes (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1986/04/06/books/a-despot-now-and-forever.html"&gt; review of I the Supreme&lt;/a&gt;), he talk about dozen writers choosing to writer about dictators ruled their respective country. In one such discussion came up the name of "The President" and ever since, I was trying to get a copy. The President is considered to be one of the first in this genre ( first Dictator novel was Valle Inclan's satirical book, Tirano Banderas, published in 1917) which soon received international acclaim for the author, who later went on to win the Nobel Prize for Literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="415" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colonel Jose Parrales Sonriente, known as "the man with the little muse", was murdered on the steps of a Cathedral. There begins the story of more killings, escapades ,accusations and plotting. The head of Judiciary is given the charge of investigating. The president, plotting behind the scene, gets his trusted ally Miguel Angel Face, to inform the head of army General Conales to escape from the country as the arms of investigations are turning in his direction. Angel Face, with the help of two assistants, makes the scene and arrange for the escape of the General ( who is yet to recover from the shock of being accused) and leave his young daughter in his custody to be safely taken to her uncle's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Whether you're guilty or innocent is irrelevant, General; what matters is whether you're in favour or not with the President; it's worse to be an innocent man frowned on by the Government that a guilty one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fallen for her beauty, Angel Face had other intentions. The news spread of his defection and him being the enemy of the state. The girl now had no takers as every one wanted to stay away from traitor's family. The girl was now under the custody of Angel Face and had taken ill to a level of loosing her life.The arrests and torture continued with more and more assistants of Angel Face and their lovers were arrested and the ladies were sold in the flesh market. The statements were manipulated and the confessions were extracted framing people of higher orders. The love story was moving to the next level with the marriage of Angel Face with the general's daughter. The president had other things in mind. Officially celebrating the wedding with the blessings from the president, Angel Face was offered a role in the United States to build up the image of the country. The journey was his last as he was arrested en route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While this looks a simple and typical narrative of every dictator novel , with ingredients like murder, spying, kidnap, torture, framing and plotting resulting in even gruesome murders. This makes the book different is in its treating the psychological results on the victims. Asturias, who started writing this in his 20s while he was still a law student. The book came into light much later and was a sensation in the literary world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The totalitarian regime, with a ruthless dictator, scheming and plotting to stay on power is not named, but is identified as his own country Guatemala. The official machinery is on roll to eliminate the enemies of the state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ungrateful beasts!" He added under his breath. "I loved and shall always love Parrales Sonriente; I was going to have made him general, because he trampled on my country men and humiliated them, and if it hadn't been for my mother he would have finished them off altogether and avenged me for all the grudges I bear against them, things I alone know about. Now that people are plotting against my life on all sides, my friends are deserting me, my enemies increasing and - no , no ! Not a stone be left standing .."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="345" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like every dictator, he too need to show the world that his country is a democracy and he is democratically elected president. We have umpteen examples of this in the recent history across the world. Mock election, with the current ruler winning with 99% majority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="421" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="422" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That the welfare of the Republic depends upon the RE-ELECTION OF OUR ILLUSTIOUS MANDATORY AND ON NOTHING ELSE BUT HIS RE_ELECTION ! Why hazard the ship of State in unknown waters, when we have at its head at present the most accomplished Statesman of our day, whom History will salute as a Great man among Great men, a Wise man among wise, a Liberal, a Thinker and a Democrat ?? Even to imagine any other than Him in this high office amounts to an attempt upon the Destiny of the Nation ( which is our own destiny); and whoever dares to do so - if any such there be - deserves to be shut up as a dangerous lunatic, or if he is not mad, tried as a traitor to his country according to the law !! FELLO CITIZENS, THE BALLOT-BOXES ARE WAITING!!! VOTE !!! FOR !!! OUR !!! CANDIDATE !!! WHO !!! WILL !!! BE !!! RE-ELECTED !!! BY !!! THE !!! PEOPLE !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="364" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The way the narration is to establish the living under the dictatorship and how individuals are succumbed to the system and forced to behave in a way against their own conscience. He uses the subtle language and uses dream sequences, monologues, conversations between commoners etc to bring about the physical and psychological changes the regime can bring on individuals and the society as a whole. This book may not be as comprehensive or complete as Bastos' or Llosa's novel. That could also may be due to the time it was written ( in early 20s) and published ( 1946 in Mexico). Asturias has to deploy tools of different kind during its writing. There is no direct terror , there is no omnipresent danger hidden through the narrative. But there is always the presence of uncertainties and watchfulness. The game is constantly shifting, taking sides. Asturias uses dream sequences very effectively through out the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="365" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;and according to instructions received,...... This is all I have the honour to impart to the President...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="349"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/President-Miguel-Angel-Asturias/dp/0881339512"&gt;The President&lt;/a&gt; (1946)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="455"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miguel_%C3%81ngel_Asturias"&gt;Miguel Angel Asturias&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated from Spanish by Frances Partridge )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="523"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="489"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waveland.com/Titles/Asturias.htm"&gt;Waveland Press Inc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="488"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="353"&gt;287 Pages&lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mgnumv="355"&gt;More read: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Se%C3%B1or_Presidente"&gt;Wiki Article&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-7685118177242698751?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7685118177242698751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=7685118177242698751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7685118177242698751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7685118177242698751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/08/president-miguel-angel-asturias.html' title='The President - Miguel Angel Asturias'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0JLpOGDFus/TkpB2VVt-OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7r5qGWL-AgI/s72-c/The+President.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8634974959601836166</id><published>2011-08-06T18:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:17:58.898+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kapuscinski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journalist'/><title type='text'>Imperium - Ryszard Kapuściński</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="357" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vmOiY8rgi8/Tj034wup4PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/J48BrRsYFN8/s1600/Imperium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vmOiY8rgi8/Tj034wup4PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/J48BrRsYFN8/s200/Imperium.jpg" t$="true" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;They made me a Stalinist, but they never made me a communist....if they would only let me live normally for a while now&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="372" closure_uid_w9t6tk="392" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_w9t6tk="393"&gt;The difference between Western European Colonialism which collapsed in the first half of 20th Century and the Eastern European Colonialism ( which collapsed in the last decade of the 20th century) is interesting in comparison. Early colonialism was for territorial control and for the resources, the later was more ideological in nature. After the world war, the decolonization of the Western powers were rapid, and they were all over the world. In the disintegration of the Communist countries were sudden and the repercussion were very different from the earlier one. The once mighty USSR, disintegrated into 15 independent states ( CIS) did trigger birth of whole many new nations in the adjoining territory with the 7 way split of Yugoslavia and the division of Czech and Slovakia. The turmoil is not ceases yet, though it is less to be in the news and discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ryszard Kapuściński, one of the prominent traveller and journalist from Poland, writes about this country during the period of 1898- 1991. To be precisely, after the fall of German wall and through the separation of Soviet Union into 15 states. Typical to his style, the book reads like a fiction in style and narration, but carry his keep observation and insight to the subject he is set to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is set into 3 parts. The initial 75 odd pages brings us to the reality of Communism and Soviet Union during its all enduring days. His own personal experience as a 7 year old boy in the remote Polish town, witnessing disappearance of his classmates and neighbors. Recounting those nights spent in terror expecting to be deported, he had the first encounter with the Imperium. the early part also has his travel through the erstwhile Central Asian Republics of Soviet union in the late 50s, through the tribal and political conflicts of the society. This set the book up for further reading where he takes his next expedition in 1990, witnessing the readying of the republics to be independent states and thriving to re-build their own identity which was under cover for over 70 years. His travel through the frozen Siberia, looking for those dreaded places where masses of dissidents and suspected civilians under the regime were deported and was living under sub human conditions under threat, torture, labour and hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He quote Yurii Boriev in the book, who compared the history of USSR to a train in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The train is speeding into a luminous future. Lenin is at the controls. Suddenly—stop, the tracks come to an end. Lenin calls on the people for additional, Saturday work, tracks are laid down, and the train move on. Now Stalin is driving it. Again the tracks end. Stalin orders half the conductors and passengers shot, and the rest he forces to lay down new tracks. The train starts again. Khrushchev replaces Stalin, and when the tracks come to an end, he orders that the ones over which the train has already passed be dismantled and laid down before the locomotive. Brezhnev takes Khrushchev's place. When the tracks end again, Brezhnev decides to pull down the window blinds and rock the cars in such a way that the passengers will think the train is still moving forward. (Yurri Boriev, Staliniad, 1990)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="386" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kapuściński adds to that " &lt;em&gt;And thus we come to the Epoch of the three funerals ( Brezhnev's, Andropov's and Chernenko's), during which the passengers of the train do not even have the illusion that they are going anywhere. But then, in April 1985, the train starts to move again. This is the last journey,however. it will last six and half years. This time Gorbachev is the engineer...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="388" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is his encounter with those otherwise insignificant individuals, you complete the picture of the life, history ( of those years) and culture of the territory.&amp;nbsp; He writes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="387" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nearing Krupska Street, we encounter an old woman outside a little house who is trying with the energetic strokes of a broom to halt the muddy deluge crawling onto the porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Hard work," I say, to start a conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ah," she replies, shrugging her shoulders, "spring is always terrible. Everything flows."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Silence falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"How's life?" I ask the most banal and idiotic question, just to keep the conversation going somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The granny straightens up, leans her hands on the broom handle, looks at me, smiles even. "Kak zyviom?" she repeats thoughtfully, and then in a voice full of pride and determination and suffering and joy she offers in reply what is the crux of the Russian philosophy of life—"Dyshym!" (We breathe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not easy for the new states. Most of these republics were annexed to the Imperium, over a period of a century. Few by the Czars and many others by Stalin. While they inflicted the agenda and invaded culturally through Russian, at heart they remain those independent tribes. The often heard conflicts of geographical control ( Chechnya , Nagorno - Karabakh and other interstate issues) continue to be a nuisance. There is also expectations and the resulting disappointments of the people. The Problems related to the sudden found freedom and the resulting law and order situation continue to be an issue in most of the republics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is not political, though Political issues do come in the purview, but mostly it is about people, the society under the regime through the people and his own experience. There are no biases nor it is judgmental but clear in thoughts and communication. This could be read as a journalistic reportage or as a travelogue. It is also a historical text for those who would like to see it so. Kapuściński is a marvellous writer. He is always in the thick of things. Be it inside the freezing, dark and gloomy coal mines of Siberia, or the troublesome Nagorno - Karabakh during the conflict or at the demonstration and siege at Kiev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="367" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even after twenty years, his observation and anxiety about the newly formed republic is interestingly accurate. Reading after twenty years of the events that unfolded, the book continue to remain relevant and accurate. His insights are result of these close observations and numerous conversations that are first person and not hearsay. That makes his books a different reading experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="391" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="389" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;One often regards it as a state like any other; this is not at all the case. Russia is a whole separate world&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="390"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Imperium-Ryszard-Kapuscinski/dp/067974780X"&gt;Imperium&lt;/a&gt; ( 1993 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="431"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryszard_Kapu%C5%9Bci%C5%84ski"&gt;Ryszard Kapuściński&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Polish by Klara Glowczewska 1994)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="356"&gt;Granta Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="430"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;337 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="465"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rs 399&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_9d2avm="466"&gt;Other Reads : &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/book-review--biblical-thunder-and-steamy-cries-imperium--ryszard-kapuscinski-tr-klara-glowczewska-granta-1499-1441645.html"&gt;Independent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8634974959601836166?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8634974959601836166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8634974959601836166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8634974959601836166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8634974959601836166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/08/imperium-ryszard-kapuscinski.html' title='Imperium - Ryszard Kapuściński'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vmOiY8rgi8/Tj034wup4PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/J48BrRsYFN8/s72-c/Imperium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6357882962411657579</id><published>2011-07-30T17:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:06:39.962+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madampu Kunjukuttan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Aryavartham - Madampu Kunjukuttan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="379" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4V6Bp2UahI/TjPsghmEjnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_jHkXs8oQTw/s1600/30072011036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4V6Bp2UahI/TjPsghmEjnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_jHkXs8oQTw/s200/30072011036.jpg" t$="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spencer_Wells"&gt;Spencer Wells&lt;/a&gt;, in his celebrated work on Anthropology ( &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Journey_of_Man:_A_Genetic_Odyssey"&gt;Journey of a man : a genetic Odessey&lt;/a&gt;) talks about the first man (and women) , originated in Central Africa and migrated from there to Asia, Australia , Europe and to America. One group took the southern route to South India to South-East Asia and to Australia. The other ( which amounts to almost 90% the current world population) took the northern route eventually populating Eurasia and Americas. The genetic study reveals that the earliest of migration is only about 60,000 years ago ( there are some revisions in this now after a latest study in 2011) . Adding to this debate could be the Aryan invasion, or the migration of eastern Europe/Central Asian Nomads into India and spreading their culture and invading into the inner parts of the country. While there are controversies around it, among historians , the genetic study do demonstrate a possible second entry of human migratory route into India from the north at a later stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="344" closure_uid_fwcf4d="338" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Madampu Kunhukuttan, explore this myth in his latest novel titled 'Aryavartham' , which recently launched at a function commemorating his 70th birthday. He goes through a hypothesis ( fictional, Of course) that the centre point of this migration of Vedic people originated at the himalayas on the shores of 'Manasasarovar' adjoining the Hindu holy site of Mount Kailas ( of Lord Shiva). The entire population decides to split themselves into 4 groups and move in 4 directions until they reach the destination of their final settlement. This book split in 2 parts confine itself into the initial decision and preparation for migration and follows one group into their early settlement at the northern part of India, which is now famous as Indus Valley Civilization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man of abundant knowledge and a descendant of the Original Vishwamitra ( who is called Vishwamitra II ), summoned his people near the Manasasarovar and said, "My dear people, Let us move. Let us migrate from this place for Fire and for food. Let is go to a place where the rivers flow over the banks irrespective of the season ,where our cattle have enough to eat , where the earth is young and fertile waiting to be explored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="346" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is obvious that the clan was forced to migrate due to changes in the nature. Evidently there is nothing to eat, the earth is barren and not yielding to the efforts of cultivation, the cattle is dying and the milk production is dwindling. There is no hope in a place which is now abandoned by the gods themselves. Hence the only way is to migrate, to migrate to greener pastures. It is important that the tribal discipline is maintained during the journey. There has to be a leader and the others had to be obedient to the rule of the tribe. There had to be division of labour. The cattle has to be taken care off, hence protected. They are not warriors by birth or by need. The only weapon they adorn is the knowledge they carry within. The knowledge in Mathematics, Fire and Wheel is the only thing makes them different from the rest of the world. It is important to preserve the knowledge. Hence it is important to protect their language. They also need to multiply and fill the plains wherever the settle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="347" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After many deliberations and assurances, the initial group takes off, and at a fixed time delay the next until all 4 groups move away from the place of their origin, carrying representative memorabilia with each of them . The last group , which moved north after long walk ends up at the plains with fertile land enough for the cattle to eat and for the populace to live on. The place is of abundance of water through five rivers running through the plain. The group has decide to settle here. There are indigenous people of the plain and they need to work with them for suitable place to build their settlement. Slow and steady progress get the two group together. The indigenous people does not believe in owning up the land. The earth is for all and anyone can cultivate there and reap the result of their hard work. The extra is then traded for essentials. But for the visitors, they have to own their place, they need to fence their belongings and need to get the others to work in their field. They also need to establish their superiority and authority over the others and slowly and steadily take control. The birth of feudalism. The greed for more begins here. Inspite of the visitors superiority in certain fields of knowledge ( like medicine ) the aborigines ( if I can use the word) are advanced in various other fields ( construction, town planning), and a co-existence would be a better way moving forward. They had been demonstrating their superior skills at the now submerged settlement at Harayupi and mohanarupi ( Harappa &amp;amp; Mohanjadaro) which is now rebuilt with the same level of efficiency and effectiveness. The rest is the tale of integration and furthering the relationship with its own twists and turns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="348" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is non- contemporary theme and hence is not easy to grasp at first. It is also cleverly thought and executed. It is also non-controversial thus far and the journey is not over. The scope of expansion is huge and I'm sure there would be a part two or more in the series. We can see an intelligent writer here using the myth, historical, scientific and vedic data very effectively. At no point of time, the narration goes against any of the current day knowledge of people, social or historical and scientific awareness. His clever arguments on banning cow slaughter , the in-sect marriage, the tectonic plate shifts, the mixing of factual and fictional reality of migration are brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="356" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While this is not a contemporary story , it does not rely too heavily on the mythical facts. It is constructed in an epical style with tales and sub-texts to each stories, building up the whole some narration. It is these stories and diversion makes the reading interesting, more than the theme itself. There are great treasures in them preserved through the oral tradition of the Vedic people. These little gems creates the baroqueness to the straight forward story of migration. The language, as it should be , is rich and sanskritised to a great extend. Most of the names and the places aren't easy to remember and the mythical aura of the narrative is demanding on the reader. Having said that, this is an interesting take on the spread Aryan people and language. Madampu, hopefully continue this journey with the other groups to give a completeness to the epic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="350"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="351"&gt;Aryavartham ( 2011 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="450"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madampu_Kunjukuttan"&gt;Madampu Kunjukuttan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_d2nry1="483"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fwcf4d="424"&gt;Green Books, Trichur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;240 Pages&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6357882962411657579?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6357882962411657579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6357882962411657579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6357882962411657579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6357882962411657579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/07/aryavartham-madampu-kunjukuttan.html' title='Aryavartham - Madampu Kunjukuttan'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4V6Bp2UahI/TjPsghmEjnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_jHkXs8oQTw/s72-c/30072011036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-362069321774541828</id><published>2011-07-24T17:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:54:20.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slavenka Drakulic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Croatia'/><title type='text'>The Taste of a Man - Slavenka Drakulic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIeq1M8756w/TiwLWqYo1vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/92wlI-_ymkg/s1600/the-taste-of-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIeq1M8756w/TiwLWqYo1vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/92wlI-_ymkg/s200/the-taste-of-man.jpg" t$="true" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I shall eat his body so that Jose may continue to live inside me. We shall be one. In spirit and in body. Amen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="331" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="413" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sure if there had been any literary works based on Cannibalism as a theme. Interestingly, this had been appearing in various reading of mine of late. The new Malayalam book "Francis Ittykkora" details about an clandestine group practicing cannibalism. I was reading about Ukrainian mothers eating their kids during the famine years of 30s. Cannibalism was in discussion, with the Europeans travelling around the world discovering and conquering continents. There are numerous reports of them either surviving or witnessing cannibals. Some like the paragraph below, with some gruesome detailing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="412" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="333" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em closure_uid_mslsqz="414"&gt;"the head was impaled on a palisade of the village and not eaten, although the lips and eyeball ganglions went to the executioner. The brain was eaten by women and children, and the entrails, intestines and stomach were boiled into a stew. Men got the arms and legs, while women got to drink the victim's warm blood at the execution itself. The male organs were either given to women ? presumably as a special treat ? or served up to the men by the women. Teeth and bones were used as necklaces or to make war-flutes or arrow points."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="350" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_u658go="341"&gt;However, with the improvement of travel and spread of information in the 20th century, these stories dwindled out and remained in a short circles of discussion. Slavenka Drakulic ( known for her post-communist era essays of Europe such as Cafe Europa etc) in her first novel, takes this in a different light and intellect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="415" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_u658go="343"&gt;Tereza, a Polish girl doing her masters in English Poetry, get to meet and fall in love with Jose, a Brazilian doing his research for a book he is writing on Cannibalism. While she had numerous relationships and has a boyfriend back in Poland, her attraction towards this married man was instant. It did not take long for them to move in together to her apartment. The days that followed were one that was meant only for them. The world stopped, time did not move, isolated from all. The love for each other became and obsession beyond sexual and physical, into the abyss of being one,inseparable from each other. As in any story, there is twist here to the tale. Jose's wife lands up at San francisco, and Jose had to leave NY to be with his wife and son. The separation, albeit for a couple of days, make her realise what is lost from her life. The obsession to get him for herself, to be in union with him, to be single in body and soul.&amp;nbsp;Slowly and determined she take control over him. The meticulous planning continued for few days, with Jose himself succumbing to the fact, as if he understood the plan. The rest is the execution of the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_u658go="343"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jose's work on cannibalism, his research on the victims of the Andean plane crash , survived on their dead comrades body parts were the first to influence her. The subsequent knowledge of the tribes in pacific island, where the ladies eat the bodies of their deceased husbands, not to pollute the earth and to give their life a continuity through their own life, and similar twentieth century case studies, could have been her inspiration to get it done by herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="335" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Something else had to be done, something that would definitively unite us. There was only one way that Jose could continue to live inside me. Of course, I had thought about getting pregnant - that was the first thing that would have occurred to any woman in my position. But that would not create the kind of perfect, total unity, the union of the body and spirit, that I was seeking. A child, even if it was his, would be an utterly new separate being." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="417" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Written in first person narrative ( by Teresa), it does not give out a feeling of detachment or numbness to the reader. Was it right for the Plne wreck victims to eat hman flesh to survive ?Was it write for the pacifi island woman to eat their husbands ? Was it right for the unfortunate Ukrainian mothers to eat their children ? There are no answers. The Andean survivors thought "&lt;em&gt;eating the flesh of their dead comrades was an act of communion".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="418" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="351" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_u658go="344"&gt;She does not look at these event with any analytical way. There are no Sexual, spiritual or religious angle to the theme, whatsoever, in here. Not overtly intellectual. Thus, even after reading, one is left with the same numbness as Teresa, as if nothing extraordinary had happened. However, Teresa wanted to get her house cleaned for which she takes almost 3 days, in company of the dissected corpse.&amp;nbsp;Now that they are one, she has to&amp;nbsp;erase the&amp;nbsp;earlier memories of him. The tub has to be scratched and cleaned, the floor mopped, the kitchen table and sink wiped clean. "&lt;em&gt;My idea of cleanliness had tuned into an obsessive, self punishing activity. I was perfectly aware&amp;nbsp;that something else was involved here, subconscious desire to atone for sin&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_u658go="344"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_u658go="344"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The scenes of dissection and eating are gory and gruesome and not really convey her real feeling towards him. I thought at this point the narrative and control is slightly lost. Also, this is not an easily convincing subject and hence the effort has to be so much more from the author, which might not be the case here. Hence, it did not create an experience that is sensual , religious or spiritual in a deeper sense.&lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="341"&gt;The Taste of a Man ( 1997 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="342"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Slavenka Drakulic ( translated by Christina Pribichevich Zoric 1997 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="346"&gt;212 Pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="345"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_mslsqz="345"&gt;Other reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-14-026622-1"&gt;Publishers Weekly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-362069321774541828?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/362069321774541828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=362069321774541828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/362069321774541828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/362069321774541828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/07/taste-of-man-slavenka-drakulic.html' title='The Taste of a Man - Slavenka Drakulic'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIeq1M8756w/TiwLWqYo1vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/92wlI-_ymkg/s72-c/the-taste-of-man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-2580141188349321404</id><published>2011-07-17T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:48:29.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Bolano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>2666 - Roberto Bolaño</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nwz6VP-ejfQ/TiMY_qyeokI/AAAAAAAAAOE/obUFN_EvN1o/s1600/2666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nwz6VP-ejfQ/TiMY_qyeokI/AAAAAAAAAOE/obUFN_EvN1o/s200/2666.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took a couple of years and a couple of other books of Roberto Bolano, to sum up enough courage to take up this mamoth book. Like many others, I too picked up this book in 2008 when it was a sensation around the world after its launch. However, I thought it would be premature to start reading Roberto Bolano without familiarizing with his writing. However even after a week finishing the reading, I am not able to gather my thought around it. Here is my failed attempt to get some thoughts together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2666, the last work completed ( in haste apparently, as if he knew what is happening to him) by Bolano before his death in 2003, is probably the first of the classics of 21st century ( definitely in the first decade). This one will go a long way in discussions and will be heralded as one of the path breaking novels of the 21st century. The book is written in 5 parts, and he wanted to publish each as separate books, however better sense prevailed and the heirs decided to publish this as one consolidated mega book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tracing back and forth between Europe and Mexico, this follows the life of a literary genius on one side and as a crime detective story on the other converging the threads brilliantly towards the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most important part, the fourth and the longest ( nearly 300 pages), named as 'The part about the Crimes' is the most discussed part by the critics and readers in general. Tracing the disappearance of young women in a fictional town of Santa Teresa in the norther borders of Mexico adjoining US. Mostly written in reportage and often repetitive in nature, he traces the crime over a period of 10 years, end of the 20th century and the initial years of 21st century. May be this part makes people declare this as a novel about crime, of death , of apocalypse foretold ( especially with the name 2666 of the book). Critics says, Santa Teresa is modelled on the city of Ciudad Juarez in the US borders, where the large US enterprises sets up their manufacturing units , attracted by the cheap labour force and the proximity to the key market. Interestingly, it was noted that these large corporates employee women workers in their factories, for obvious reasons. The disappearance of working women, later found dead abandoned in the desert , brutally murdered after rape and torture. The investigations as expected often abandoned with no results and the cases were closed citing lack of evidence. Bolano, gets the readers focus on this issue of murder and the investigations linking it to the other theme with some brilliant interplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main thread follows an obscure Gernam Writer Benno Von Archimboldi. Chapter One focusses on four literary critics, who were attracted by Archimboldi and his writing, Presenting papers in various international forums and literary festival the obsessed quartet follow the writer in order to find the details through the publishers and the tracks of fellow critics, eventually ending up in the town of Santa Teresa following certain indication. It is in the last part, is the life story of Benno von Archimboldi, from Hans Reiter, a WWII veteran, turning into a writer maintaining his anonymity until the last days of his life( even from his family). This chapter is one gets the various chapters together giving the book a wholesome feeling, completing with the story of Archimboldi's sister and her son. Santa Teresa is the merging point of all the threads, it is where most of the actions are. It is also the place of eventual apocalypse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole novel on a different angle can be viewed as a satire. A satire on the literary academics of Europe. The efforts of few individuals making an obscure writer , the sensation and someone who is Nobel worthy. This is also a political satire on the true story of murders of women in Ciudad Juarez. Thus it is often funny, and at times ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is evident that he wanted his last book to be a classic , an epic : and that is what he made it to be. In every sense the book goes through the narration that befit one magnum opus. The size of the book does not come in way of the overall enjoyment. Its a fast read and is an easy one. He purposefully vary lengths of his chapters, manipulates pace of narrative, and deliberate over matters of importance. He also include intricate subtexts and stories within stories ( especially towards the end) leaving you suspended and often bewildered. Interestingly every part is a different style of writing. A reportage for the crime, a biographical style for the last, a satirical style for the first part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;900 pages of shear magic. May be kept the best for last. This will not be the last ime I'm reading this and not the last time I talk about this.. &lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/2666-Novel-Roberto-Bolano/dp/0374100144"&gt;2666 &lt;/a&gt;( 2004 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roberto_Bola%C3%B1o"&gt;Roberto Bolano&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated from Spanish by Natasha Wimmer in 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;898 Pages&lt;br /&gt;Rs 750&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reads : &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/bolanor/2666.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2666_(novel)"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.latamrob.com/?p=828"&gt;Latin American Review of Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-2580141188349321404?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2580141188349321404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=2580141188349321404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2580141188349321404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2580141188349321404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/07/2666-roberto-bolano.html' title='2666 - Roberto Bolaño'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nwz6VP-ejfQ/TiMY_qyeokI/AAAAAAAAAOE/obUFN_EvN1o/s72-c/2666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8376620170628579730</id><published>2011-07-10T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:38:01.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sozaboy - Ken Saro wiwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmreHJRb1Vc/ThncGMnZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dOEdfJ9BcWU/s1600/sozaboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmreHJRb1Vc/ThncGMnZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dOEdfJ9BcWU/s200/sozaboy.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Although, everybody at Dukana was happy at first&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The post independent Nigeria was marred with sectarian violence lasting over three decades. Literary works around this theme had been around the world for many years from Nigeria,and even until recently ( half of Yellow sun etc). What makes this book different is that this does not glorify the struggle or violence but depicts the story of those suffered with out the least of knowledge for what the fight is for. Mene is a grown up boy, living with his mother in small village Dukana far from Lagos. People in Dukana greeted the news of ousted government by the military as they thought this will bring down corruption and those who 'chop' the money from poor people like them will be dealt with sever punishment. They welcomed any such changes with their way of celebration, drinking and dancing the whole night.&amp;nbsp; The only way they know how to react to anything, be is happy or sad occasions is by losing themselves in dance and liquor. The initial days were encouraging with the new government, but soon the old ways of 'chopping money' came back with vengeance. The difference is that now the Soza ( Military) itself is 'chopping money' from the people and they have nowhere to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Mene, paid some money to the driver of the motor bus, who ply between Dukana and the local town Pitaka daily, to be his apprentice. His mama's hard earned money was required to get the driver agree to take him as his assistant. He wanted to learn driving and get a license for himself ( he need money again to attend the test and get license). It is on one of these days, where the motor was in the garage for maintenance, he met Agnes with JJC ( Johnny Just Come - for a girl with pointed breasts ) in the local bar. Agnes is a shameless girl, talking cheap talk and had been to Lagos on work for many time. It is at this bar that he hear the talk about war and a man speaking about the need to fight the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dukana is a safe place and far from the troubles. Why does someone want to attack Dukana ? "&lt;i&gt;Dukana is far away from any other better place in the world&amp;nbsp; all the houses in the town are made of mud. There is no good road or drinking water. Even the school is not fine and no hospital or anything&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, the Soza arrived at Dukana in their lorries and the Village Chief Birabee , weak-kneed against the Soza, summoned people and chopped them off whatever they could give. Mane's local friends, a WW II veteran, who fought 'Hitla' in Burma, and had a white woman before returning crippled to Dukana , had him filled with those glorious stories of being a Soza. His mother was against it. She did not want her only son lost in the war. All she wanted him was to marry and produce 'pickens' in many numbers. The compromise idea for Mane was to agree to marry and later leave on a mission to be a Sozaboy. But money is needed for both marriage and to join soza. It was easy to get Agnes agree for wedding though her initial reaction was “&lt;i&gt;You foolish man. All your friends are making soza, you want to stay here and marry with that your thing standing like snake wey no get house&lt;/i&gt;” . It was much persuasion he got the permission to go and join the Soza.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial training and the depute was easy and uneventful with his pride in wearing the uniform and rifle.&amp;nbsp; However the trouble soon started with an ambush on their group by enemy planes which killed most of the members. Sozaboy escaped with minor injuries and he escaped to the nearby bushes under the darkness. Caught again by a different troupe. His little knowledge of driving saved his life as he became their messenger to the various parts of the war, often doing the job all by himself.&amp;nbsp; Under these difficult conditions, where his pride of being a Soza vanished, he continue to survive only to be back with his mother and wife.&amp;nbsp; It is in one of such trips he decided to change paths and go visit Dukana to meet his mama and wife. What he sees there is destruction with not a souls in sight. It was devastation every where. It is evident that the war had reached the village and the entire village was ran away. Two old crippled soldiers hiding in the edge of the village was the only souls that remain, as they were unable to travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Dokuna is not like Dokuna again. Where are chief Birabee them and all those his chiefs who every time will take bribe from the people ? Where is Pastor Barika singing his song in the morning and in the evening and every Sunday telling all his lies from the pulpit to the women of Dukana ? Where are all the young men with their long prick and big blokkus ? And where are all the young young girls with JJC just waiting for the young men ? Sozaboy, Dukana don die. The war have buried our town."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now the search for his wife and mother intensified as he was directed in various refugee camps run by Red Cross and other voluntary organisations. What he sees in these places were worse than what he experienced in prisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My dear brothers and sisters, I will not try to tell you how I was moving from one camp to another.Or what I saw in the camp that I went to. Because, true true as Zaza have talked, this camp is proper human compost pit and all these people they are calling refugees are actually people that they have throwaway like rubbish......I am telling you, the first time that I went inside one camp, I almost run because I think that I have reached the town of ghost, or ghost town as some people call it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;His search resulted in no finding. his wife with JJC and his beloved mother was no where to be seen. It is in one of these camps he found the pastor and the old Village chief. He with his new status of being a soza was treated differently, only to be caught ( with some tips off by the Chief and Pastor) and send to the opposite army who controlled this area. It is then he realised the nexus of those in power with the traders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Some people have chopped the people food and sold the cloth that the Red Cross people ask them to give all the people. They are selling this food and cloth and afterwards they will preech to the people... these bellymen are friends of the sozas and of the politicians and the traders. And they are all trading in the life of men and women and children. And their customer is death."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Again in prison awaiting death, they kill one prisoner per day, the only regret he has is his inability to meet his wife and mother. The fate was again on his side as soon the enemy lost the war and the war was coming to an end. The attempt to kill all the prisoners had to abandon with the end of ammo and he was spared once again. Now freed, although devastated and tired, he comes back to Dukana with the hope of finding his beloved there. However he was not welcomed as expected. The village is under the attack of Cholera and hoards are dying every minute. People shut the door to him and not willing to answer his calls. Disillusioned with this response, he once again take refuge in the destructed church trying to get some sleep. It is here he meet the old friend and understand the fate that attracted his family and the reason for the reaction from his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;You see, Dukana people are saying that although you have already died, you have become ghost and sometime you can appear as proper porson and go to where Dukana people are staying and begin to ask for you mama and your wife Agnes&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language ( the use of it) itself is a character in this book . The novelist claims this as a novel in 'Rotten English', mix of Anglican English, the Pidgin English and all those local expressions. He says these are not prevalent in the country, but used it to create the impact. There haven't been many that I know which uses the language so effectively. Ken Saro wiwa tells in his foreword,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sozaboy's language is what I call 'rotten English,' a mixture of Nigerian pidgin English, broken English and occasional flashes of good, even idiomatic English. This language is disordered and disorderly. Born of a mediocre education and severely limited opportunities, it borrows words, patterns and images freely from the mother-tongue and finds expression in a very limited English vocabulary. To its speakers, it has the advantage of having no rules and no syntax. It thrives on lawlessness, and is part of the dislocated and discordant society in which Sozaboy must live, move and have not his being.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ken Saro-Wiwa was a writer, television producer, human right activist and environmentalist. in Nigeria. He was arrested and put to trial by the Nigerian Authority accusing him of creating communal disturbance and of inciting riots. He was sentenced to death by the special court and he was hung to death along with 8 others on the 10th of November 1995. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a book about war, the senselessness of war, the atrocities, the human disaster or more precisely it is an anti-novel. Those who fought did not know for what they were fighting for and for whom ? They were recruited en masse and often paid meager salary living under pathetic condition. Many a times, they fought for both the warring parties. Winning or loosing war had no meaning to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Well, I don't think it is good thing or bad thing. Even sef I don't want to think. What they talk, we must do. Myself, if they say fight, I fight. If they say no fight, I cannot fight. Finish."&lt;/blockquote&gt;As the last words spoken by Sozaboy, tells it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"And I was thinking how I was prouding before to go to soza and call myself Sozaboy. But now if anybody say anything about war or even fight, I will just run and run and run and run and run. Believe me yours sincerely"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sozaboy is a masterpiece of African Literature.&lt;/div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sozaboy-Ken-Saro-Wiwa/dp/0582236991"&gt;Sozaboy&lt;/a&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ken_Saro-Wiwa"&gt;Ken Saro-wiwa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; ( Kenule Benson Tsaro-Wiwa&amp;nbsp; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longman Publications&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More read : &lt;a href="http://www.academicjournals.org/ajhc/PDF/pdf2010/February/Uwasomba.pdf"&gt;War, violence and language in Ken Saro-Wiwa’s Sozaboy&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://felixonline.co.uk/?article=94"&gt;Felix Online Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.solidarity-us.org/node/2409"&gt;Solidarity, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8376620170628579730?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8376620170628579730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8376620170628579730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8376620170628579730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8376620170628579730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/07/sozaboy-ken-saro-wiwa.html' title='Sozaboy - Ken Saro wiwa'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmreHJRb1Vc/ThncGMnZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dOEdfJ9BcWU/s72-c/sozaboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-5972001448895834090</id><published>2011-07-09T10:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:56:22.751+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamil Ahmad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Wandering Falcon - Jamil Ahmad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UENvnT5eemM/Thfl1v0zA6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/4WBWBWuPkDc/s1600/TheWanderingfalcon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UENvnT5eemM/Thfl1v0zA6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/4WBWBWuPkDc/s200/TheWanderingfalcon.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The soldiers of an isolated military out post somewhere in the borders of three countries ( Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iran), spotted "two figures and a camel" movingly slowly and hesitantly towards the fort where they camped. It was cold winter months and the wind rages continuously during these four months. 'The wind had been blowing with savage fury for three days' and the soldiers, who remained inside the closed shutters while the wind blew came out for some fresh air and water noticed them coming up the hill. "Water", was the only words came out of the man and the subedar 'pointed wordlessly towards the half empty bucket'. The man took the head of the women in his hand and tenderly squeezed some drop of water on to her face, wetting the edge of her shawl. As she sensed the water, she started sucking his hand and fingers. All of a sudden she lunged towards the bucket and plunged her head into it until she choked. Once recovered the couple requested refuge as they were running away from their tribe, the Siahpads, weathering the terrain and the cruel storm. Refuge was refused as the soldiers do not want to get in the wrong side of the tribal law, but a shelter was granted. The stay however continued for 6 years , and it is here their child was born. However, the tribe had their way and the couple notices the tribesmen on hunt coming towards the post. The attempt to flee did not take them long, before the hunters caught up with them in a couple of days. As was decided earlier, they ended their life ( women being killed by him and he to the deathly blows of their pursuers. The kid was spared ( and live to take us through the rest of the tales as a participant and witness in the rest of the tales. The boy known as Tor Baz ( the black falcon), continue his journey all over Pakistan, the mainland, the delta and more often in the hills bordering the countries through the eventful years of turbulence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The hilly areas of Pakistan, Afghanistan and Iran are inhabited by various tribes with their own distinct life style and tribal law. The bureaucratic efforts to bring them to be the national law abiding citizens are often resulted in conflicts and as their law demands, they ended up in armed struggle with the authorities. Each tribe and multiple clans within the tribe has definite sets of boundaries of living , moving and existing and any breakage of this is dealt with killing. The authorities on either side of the Pak-Afghan border continue their effort to bring them to justice, often treating them as criminals, subjected to torture and capital punishment, many a times even without proper trial ( as a case of 7 surrendering tribal men in one of the story here). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The life up the terrain is difficult and demanding. Often the weather is unbearable and the tribe move in caravan from one place to the other. However with the birth of the country states and international boundaries, curtailed their freedom of movement as they have to cross the "border", which is prohibited without 'permits'. But to them, these are not in their books and wouldn't understand, often getting into armed struggle and loosing cattle and human lives in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though these writings belong to the period of 50s and 60s , before the Soviet occupation, it gives us the glimpses of the real issue of the region. The strong tribal grouping and hierarchy , with inability of the Governments to understand and appreciate these inner power politics ( or the non-willingness to accept) could be one of the real back ground of the never ending conflicts in that region. They are simple people and the life is more or less predefined. The life is tough and often have to deal with harsh realities. Hence taking up arms and killing for honour of the tribe is not considered as a crime. Interestingly, religion is not a strong force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a collection of tales, loosely held with the Tor Braz as a silent witness. Each story is powerful and is an eye opener. Jamil Ahmad had spent long years with the Pakistan administration working in these tribal areas and have a first hand knowledge of their life, which is brought out brilliantly in these pages. The language is beautiful and the set up and the characters are new to the general readers. Very picturesque and subtle shift of emotions and the underlying reality of their existence against every thing against them ( the place, the weather, the people, the authorities), they continue to struggle through their life from generations to generations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fantastic work of fiction by the 78 year old debutant.&lt;/div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wandering-Falcon-Jamil-Ahmad/dp/product-description/1594488274"&gt;The Wandering Falcon&lt;/a&gt; (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamil Ahmad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Books India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 399&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Read : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jun/25/wandering-falcon-jamil-ahmad-review"&gt;Guardian &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.penguinbooksindia.com/category/Fiction/The_Wandering_Falcon_9780670085330.aspx"&gt;Penguin India Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-5972001448895834090?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5972001448895834090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=5972001448895834090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/5972001448895834090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/5972001448895834090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/07/wandering-falcon-jamil-ahmad.html' title='The Wandering Falcon - Jamil Ahmad'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UENvnT5eemM/Thfl1v0zA6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/4WBWBWuPkDc/s72-c/TheWanderingfalcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8173584735317488934</id><published>2011-07-06T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:54:09.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Influence : Science and Practice -  Robert B Caldini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkTmRnzTjCo/ThRhM8yVrwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gZ--EnC6rVY/s1600/Influence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkTmRnzTjCo/ThRhM8yVrwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gZ--EnC6rVY/s200/Influence.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For all those who are involved in sales and marketing , the issue of demand generation is an ever discussed topic. As marketing managers try one strategy after other to continue create the demand for their product or services that are to offer. In that context it is important to know what makes the person be influenced. What are the basic human nature that can be identified and manipulated to get the 'message' across. Robert Caldini in his fabulous book "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Influence_Science_and_Practice"&gt;Influence: Science and Practice"&lt;/a&gt; looks at these six major forces that are the key in influencing decisions by individuals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are poor in making decisions. They rely on factors that help them to arrive at a decision to act. Caldini calls this as a 'Click-Whirr' behaviour. There is a response to every events, based on an automatic 'tape replay'. These responses are conditioned and are immediate influenced by these indirect factors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He categorizes these into six elements as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Reciprocation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Consistency and Commitment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Social Proof &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Authority &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Liking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Scarcity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While he explains these topics at lengths with appropriate examples and discussions to substantiate these points. Instead of getting into the typical academic discussion, it is elaborated with some fun reading and few readers experiences. What is interesting is that these phenomena is not isolated to any specific countries or groups. We see the reflections of these all around us glaring ( now, especially after reading the book). We feel the obligation to return the favour in whatever form. We are also wary about changing from our known 'position' on any subject or issues. There is also a tendency to go after what is the world doing or using. What is popular with many should be good for me too. We are also believe in experts, and blindly follow the authority. There are also specific liking to certain individuals or organisations influencing our decision. The fancy for 'limited editions' or ' offer until stock lasts' of ' last 2 days' etc also seems to be a great influence on our decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the blind following of an authority, Caldini cites a case of a patient who followed the instructions from the doctor, treating him for ear infection. The prescription read, " Please drop in R ear", obviously meaning right ear. You can decide for yourselves on the actual usage and result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of the non-fiction books that I've read in the recent past , this is one of the best read I've had. It doesn't get too verbose moving from one example to the other to substantiate his thoughts. The book has been an easy and engaging read structured and presented beautifully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Influence-Practice-Robert-B-Cialdini/dp/0205609996/ref=pd_sim_b_2"&gt;Influence : Science and Practice&lt;/a&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Cialdini"&gt;Robert B Caldini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearson Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;259 Pages&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More read : &lt;a href="http://www.fripp.com/art.of_influence.html"&gt;Six weapons of Influence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8173584735317488934?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8173584735317488934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8173584735317488934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8173584735317488934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8173584735317488934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/07/influence-science-and-practice-robert-b.html' title='Influence : Science and Practice -  Robert B Caldini'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkTmRnzTjCo/ThRhM8yVrwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gZ--EnC6rVY/s72-c/Influence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6741514323444297403</id><published>2011-06-30T22:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:19:48.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heðin Brú'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faroe Island'/><title type='text'>The Old man and his sons - Heðin Brú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3FxF0ixwSs/TgypFjAiPxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lYY93OySz8M/s1600/Oldman+and+his+sons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3FxF0ixwSs/TgypFjAiPxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lYY93OySz8M/s1600/Oldman+and+his+sons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Faroe Island is a tiny piece of land in the arctics , inhabited by slightly over 38000 people. An island located between Iceland and western Norway, currently under Danish administration. I was more intrigued when I heard about the literature coming out of this land and is widely acclaimed across the world. Feroan language and the writings are pretty new and emerged out of the Danish influence towards the end of 18th century. Interestingly, Faroe had a large oral tradition of story telling. It is said, that, during the long cold winter evenings people gather around and narrate tales to kill time. These traditions continued over the years and resulting in a highly developed written and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faroese_literature"&gt;literary genre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ketil and his wife represents the older generation lives their own small and content life. The family have five sons staying in an around their village , except the last one who is with them. The father is not very happy with his own kids.."We have got five great oafs of sons living around us, and here I am in my seventieth year, but I have to reckon myself the only man among the lot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book starts with the annual whale hunt in which the men of the village participate irrespective of their age. It is the elders hold the key to the tactics and methods, while the youngsters are the power. Ketil at the age of 70 is active as ever, and after the successful haul , its time for the official to share and auction the catch. Ketil, on an impulsive mood, decide to bid for a large whale and have won the auction. It is now upto him to plan the repayment, once the bill reaches him. Proud of being the owner of such a large chunk of meat , which should see him through the cold winter season and at the same time worried about the mode of payment to the authorities from his meagre means, he returns to his house. Lavishly distributing part of his possession to the lazy sons of his, and securing the rest, he now plans to build his money for the eventful day of payment. As the year passed and the amount of meat reduced, he is further worried about his debt repayment capabilities. Seeking help from his sons unsuccessfully, he had to forego many of his beloved things, including the cattle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While this form the general outline of the story , it is more to do with the lifestyle of the people in the lay back villages of the island and their way about. Ketil's personal issues are not only to do with the debt fears, but also from his disappointment with his sons, who grew useless to themselves and to the society. Their wives wanted to be progressive in life, do not want to lead a peasant / fishermen life, but want their husbands to do the clerical / white collar job, which they are not qualified to. Their natural skills for fishing/catching sea birds and securing woods from the shore is forgotten as they do not want to be in the sea. The only think they know is to request help from their aging father and steal again from him. Ketil's wife, home bound settling domestic issues of chicken/cattle and growing potatoes during the season, had not been out of her house for over 40 years ( she exclaims a lot of changes happened to the place over the years). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The central theme is the conflict of generations. "I don't know how the world's got this way, The older folk scraped and struggled every day, and tried to get good value out of every penny, and there was nothing to spare. You were reckoned to have done well if you gave every man his due. But now! The young folk spend their working days the whole year round in idle amusement. But they seem to get by somehow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not a work of an intellect and it does not demand high level of analysis and focus. What is attractive about this book is the simplicity and the freshness of the place and people it brings to the world. It is an easy and effortless read. The story line is simple, its the life and cute pleasures and difficulties of simple people. Their activities are limited to their current state of existence. The writing is simple but very warm. Some chapters like the opening whale hunt scene and the funeral are glorious and touchy. Nice little book from an interesting place in up north in the Arctic.&lt;/div&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Old-Man-His-Sons/dp/0839784120"&gt;The Old Man and His Sons&lt;/a&gt; ( 1940)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/He%C3%B0in_Br%C3%BA"&gt;Heðin Brú&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; ( He-yeen-broo) Translated from Feroese by John F West (1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul S Eriksson Inc, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203 Pages&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Read&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;a href="http://markstaniforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-man-and-his-sons.html"&gt;Markstaniforth&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.stamps.fo/Default.aspx?ID=1131&amp;amp;ProductID=PROD33&amp;amp;VariantID=VO24"&gt;Old Man and his sons in Stamps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6741514323444297403?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6741514323444297403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6741514323444297403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6741514323444297403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6741514323444297403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-man-and-his-sons-hein-bru.html' title='The Old man and his sons - Heðin Brú'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3FxF0ixwSs/TgypFjAiPxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lYY93OySz8M/s72-c/Oldman+and+his+sons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3203249699283297851</id><published>2011-06-16T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:42:44.324+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italo Calvino'/><title type='text'>Mr Palomar - Italo Calvino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEtA1zVopQA/Tfoctvp-YsI/AAAAAAAAANw/OITK1EZMJU8/s1600/Mr.Palomar.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEtA1zVopQA/Tfoctvp-YsI/AAAAAAAAANw/OITK1EZMJU8/s1600/Mr.Palomar.bmp" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palomar_Observatory"&gt;Palomar&lt;/a&gt; observatory of San Diego is one of the oldest and popular. The Palomar of Italo Calvino, is turning his telescope into the nature, to its small and insignificant wonders and gives profound thoughts and knowledge to himself and to the readers. Meditating over the natures of universe, Palomar tries to define his own life and existence. Indexed into 3 parts, into 3 thematic groups. The initial part looks the the visual experience, the second on the cultural and anthropological elements and the third to a much higher plane of cosmic, or spiritual dimensions of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at the waves at the shore , the mating tortoises in the garden, the collection of grass and weed in the lawns, observing the the sky, to the stars and planets , visiting the zoo , his keen observation and reflections are beyond compare. The typical reaction of a common man on the sight of naked bosom of a sun bather, one side wanting to be near the sight and the correct side wanting to move away from the place ( glance or move away confusion), causing a minor irritation to the person at the receiving end was fun to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Italo Calvino is a brilliant and intelligent writer. That shows in his writing and observation. Towards the end ,especially the chapters "Learning to be dead',"The world looks at the world", and "on being angry with the young" shows some of the original thinking and insights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Being dead is less easy than it might seem. First of all, you must not confuse being dead with not being, a condition that occupies the vast expanse of time before birth, apparently symmetrical with the other, equally vast expanse that follows death. In fact before death we are part of the infinite possibilities that may or may not be fulfilled;whereas, once dead, we cannot fulfil ourselves either in the past or in the future.."&lt;/em&gt; ( from Learning to be dead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The real distance between two generations is created by the elements they have in common, that requires the cyclical repetition of the same experiences, as in the behaviour of animal species, handed down through biological heredity"&lt;/em&gt; ( on being angry with the young)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The giraffe seems a mechanism constructed by putting together pieces from heterogeneous machines, though it functions perfectly all the same. He became aware of the a complicated harmony that commands that unharmonious trampling, an inner proportion that links the most glaring anatomical disproportions, a natural grace that emerges from those ungraceful movements... ... Why is he so interested in Giraffes ? Perhaps because the world around him moves in an unharmonious way, and he hops always to find some pattern in it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Calvino is able to generate great insights from trivial matters of our common life. While the subject is monotonous and only one character through out the book, at no point the book is dragging or put down. These does not flaunt hyper-intellectual aura thus making them incomprehensible to the reader, not withstanding a small touch of philosophical connection. This book demand multiple read, may be a chapter a day and contemplate.&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Palomar-Italo-Calvino/dp/0156627809"&gt;Mr Palomar&lt;/a&gt; ( 1983 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italo_Calvino"&gt;Italo Calvino&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Italian by William Weaver in 1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117 Pages&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other Reads : &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/12/20/specials/heaney-calvino.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Palomar"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3203249699283297851?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3203249699283297851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3203249699283297851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3203249699283297851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3203249699283297851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/06/mr-palomar-italo-calvino.html' title='Mr Palomar - Italo Calvino'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEtA1zVopQA/Tfoctvp-YsI/AAAAAAAAANw/OITK1EZMJU8/s72-c/Mr.Palomar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-2605190304578744926</id><published>2011-06-12T21:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:05:06.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Malouf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Ransom - David Malouf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGQCYPMSA4/TfTcJyN_I0I/AAAAAAAAANs/YnZ0P8Mtzmo/s1600/Ransom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGQCYPMSA4/TfTcJyN_I0I/AAAAAAAAANs/YnZ0P8Mtzmo/s1600/Ransom.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before," he says. "I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking a clue from Homer's epic, Illiud, David Malouf recreate the scene in a dramatic fashion to the readers. The risk of adaptation of themes from Epics ( you a whole lot in India from Mahabharat and Ramayan), it is already deep rooted in the minds of the reader. You can fail miserably if your take is not conforming with that of the reader. In this case, Malouf, as far as I am concerned pulls up a brilliant effort. Written as an encounter between the Trojan King Prium and Achilles, the tale goes from one side to the other through the twist and turns of the internal reflections and remorse of two of the giant figures of the great Greek tragedy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Achilles had his revenge, killing Hector, fearless warrior and sun of Trojan King Priam in an epic battle. to avenge the killing of his close friend and associate Patroclus by the hands of Hector. His anger is at such that each day he return to the decapitated body of Hector and drag it through the war fields, bringing insult to the great warrior. It is the duty of Priam to retrieve the body of his son and give him proper burial befitting his stature. After evaluating various options, he decided to venture himself to meet Achilles, request his to return the body and bring back to his country. As expected, there was great rejection and turmoil in the court against such a step. However, his decision was firm and he trusted his ability to convince Achilles and bring back the body of his son. He set forth his journey , in simple white dress, removing all his royal insignia, and choose to ride a mule with a support. He was going as a father and not as a fellow King, negotiating terms. All he had was the 'ransom' he collected and loaded to please Achilles. The encounter itself was dramatic and he had to go through great humiliation and insult before good sene prevailed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not the story that is interesting, but the way David Malouf tried to get into the scheme of things and under the skin of his chosen characters. For Priam, it is realisation of the vulnerability of his position. At the end, he is a father, he is also a fellow citizen, whose life he never encountered sitting in the palace. While he managed to retrieve the lifeless body of his son, he also manages to retrieve the pulse of his countrymen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not the story that matters, but the aspect of story telling. David Malouf, going by this book, is a great story teller. His language and style is delicate and lyrical. I also, think that this is also written as a five act play for theatrical adaption. There is an overwhelming presence of the dramatist in the conversations and in the narration. This short novel is a good introduction for me to this good writer and I look forward to read a full length fiction soon.&lt;/div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ransom-Novel-David-Malouf/dp/0307378772"&gt;Ransom&lt;/a&gt; ( 2009 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Malouf"&gt;David Malouf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;224 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 399&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/ransom-by-david-malouf-1819465.html"&gt;The independent&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/dec/19/david-malouf-ransom-book-review"&gt;Guardinan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-2605190304578744926?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2605190304578744926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=2605190304578744926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2605190304578744926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2605190304578744926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/06/ransom-david-malouf.html' title='Ransom - David Malouf'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiGQCYPMSA4/TfTcJyN_I0I/AAAAAAAAANs/YnZ0P8Mtzmo/s72-c/Ransom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-1652855307700729431</id><published>2011-06-04T17:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:33:10.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dutch Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cees Nooteboom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netherlands'/><title type='text'>Lost Paradise - Cees Nooteboom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKzJOYVvIeo/Teod3EyteHI/AAAAAAAAANo/gzzKTs5z2Co/s1600/lost+paradise.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKzJOYVvIeo/Teod3EyteHI/AAAAAAAAANo/gzzKTs5z2Co/s1600/lost+paradise.bmp" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alma, a young Brazilian woman of European origin, travels to Australia with her friend Almut after she recovered from a physical assault and rape at a dark neighbourhood of Sao Paulo. She definitely needed a break before "&lt;span style="font-family: Helv; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helv; font-size: x-small;"&gt;a hate and rage so deep that they could swallow you up forever"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and sooner they were on the flight to Australia. Since the money is hard to come by, they have equipped themselves with the a qualification in Physical therapy ( that is one profession that can be used in any part of the world and can spare them from the jobs like waitresses etc) , which should fetch them a job and money for their living. Intrigued by the lives of aborigines they set out to explore their mystic world. The images and dreams one created around the way of aborigines soon turns to be a disappointment after a short term living with an aborigine artist and their few attempts to get to their settlement with few tips. It was at this time they were offered a role in the annual literary festival to dress like an Angel for the 'angel spotting tour' attraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a parallel thread, writer and critic Erik Zondag, at the wrong end of middle-age, divorced living with his girlfriend almost half his age, working at a news paper as literary critic known for his in-famous stand against the new generation of writers and for taking 'potshots at few of the literary giants', is on the cross road of his life. His girlfriend tells him that he has no future. On her advise he takes a trip to an Austrian Spa which can rejuvenate himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story converge here as Alma appears at the Spa as a replacement masseuse to Zondag. It is not their first encounter. Zondag, had met her during one of his trips to Perth on a literary event. The 'angel' he met and 'observed' part of the tourist fair at the Perth Festival is now back in his life across the continents at the physical therapy section at Austria. Crossing the paths again at a different continent , circumstances and different roles is no common. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Milton's Paradise lost looms over this in great influence. The quest for lost paradise in one's life, the angelic lives that appear in our earthly existence along with the images of heaven and hell, the quest for spiritual and existential side of the life is explored in a subtle and masterly way by the writer. From a non-existent theme and sparse participants with narrow story line, he creates a unique experience to the reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lost Paradies is not a straight forward novel. It is a riddle and symbolic. May be,I havent been able to get the full of it as it is my first book of Nooteboom. This book might not be an opener to the world of Nooteboom's writing. However, one is left with the strong impression of a writer, with his unique style and imagination. A rather silly and absurd novel at the outset, is crafted into one transcendental and spiritual experience. &lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0802143881?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wordswithobor-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0802143881"&gt;Lost Paradise&lt;/a&gt; ( 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cees_Nooteboom"&gt;Cees Nooteboom&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Dutch by Susan Massotty (2007) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Books &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 475&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Read&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/nootec/lostp.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/book-review/lost-paradise-by-cees-nooteboom/"&gt;Words without Borders&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2177067/"&gt;The Slate&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/09/books/review/Barbash-t.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-1652855307700729431?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1652855307700729431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=1652855307700729431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/1652855307700729431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/1652855307700729431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost-paradise-cees-nooteboom.html' title='Lost Paradise - Cees Nooteboom'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKzJOYVvIeo/Teod3EyteHI/AAAAAAAAANo/gzzKTs5z2Co/s72-c/lost+paradise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-4019394826994121311</id><published>2011-05-14T13:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:20:05.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T D Ramakrishnan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Francis Ittykkora- T D Ramakrishnan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RljdgGKeeWI/Tc4zBP_4-zI/AAAAAAAAANk/A8nuzh9B0VQ/s1600/fittikkoras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RljdgGKeeWI/Tc4zBP_4-zI/AAAAAAAAANk/A8nuzh9B0VQ/s200/fittikkoras.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A meeting ofDavinci code and Umberto Eco in Malayalam is the first impression one is left with while reading this novel by T D Ramakrishnan. Using medieval history as the base for his theme, Ramakrishnan does a good job in keeping the central theme intact, while exploring the other aspects of modern life across continents and culture. The underground organisations, the prevalence of cannibalism, casual and free for all sex and the business around the same, alcoholism, cruelty, all that is needed to spice up the novel is added generously. However, that is not the point in the novel. These diversions and need to poke your tickle bone do not really do justice to the main aspect of the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Francis Itty cora a 15th century Trader from Kunnamkulam, in Kerala, and his expeditions and adventures are the main theme. The descendants of Cora, caled as the "18 family sect" is believed to be active even now, living in a secret life, controlling large number of business and and power. This closed knit group with their own set of customs and rituals supposedly following the gospel of Itty Cora ( which includes offering the 'grown up' girl to Cora on the Christmas Eve, donating 10% of all the profits etc), a rejection of which brings the curse of the spirit of Cora and the eventual doom for the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three ladies, running a 'massage centre' ( called "The School") in Cochin attracting rich foreign clients offering 'all they need' receives a mail one day from Francis Itty Cora, wanting to rediscover his manhood, which he claims to have lost after raping an Iraqi girl while serving the US Army. Cora, claiming to be a descendant of the iconic Francis Itty Cora of the 15th century ( his mother tells him before she was killed ). He realise that the chain is too long and the family is spread all over the world. From the hills of Peru to Australia, from US to Italy apart from the origin in Kerala. Francis Itty Cora also known as a brilliant mathematician ( the banned on the Hypetian school of Mathematics), and often cited as the founder of 'Kerala School of Mathematics". The novel then set to explore the various sects and the life of Francis Itty Cora, through the journals, old manuscripts, the abandoned research papers of historians , mathematicians and through the words of some of the old living people in an around Kunnamkulam and blog entries of a mathematics researcher. As the team of ladies and their friends ( the writer included) goes through the life of the legend, there are forces working against their intention and trying to scuttle their efforts. They are attacked, they were threatened and was prevented access to many details. However, the urge to understand the person and the sect is so strong now, the team decided to do their clandestine mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is a result of a lot of research and hardwork and that is reflected. Ramakrishnan does a god job in mixing the myth, history, trade and mathematics to a good effect. The novel is a fast read and he is able to capture the attention of the reader till the very end. Few technical errors notwithstanding , the style and content is good and easy to read. However, the narration vary from being brilliant at the chapters on mathematics and history to being mediocre and pedestrian at many other places. Some of the pages around the school and its activities are of very poor writing. The book had received huge acclaim while it was published in the periodical and post releasing as a book. May be this is the first attempt in Malayalam to break free from the traditional format of the fiction writing. On that part, it is a welcome change and is commendable. However, it is still not "original" and one get reminded of Davinci Code, while he trying to be an Umberto Eco.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcbookshop.net/book-search-result/FRANCIS%20ITTYKKORA/BUK"&gt;Francis Ittykkora&lt;/a&gt; ( 2009 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T D Ramakrishnan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D C Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;308 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 160&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Some reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/22206119/Samakalika-Malayalam-Review-of-FRANCIS-ITTY-CORA"&gt;Samakalika Malayalam&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/22205579/Mathrubhumi-Review-of-FRANCIS-ITTY-CORA"&gt;Mathrubhoomi&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/22206724/Varthamanam-Weekly-Review-of-FRANCIS-ITTY-CORA"&gt;Varthamanam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ratheesh.livejournal.com/353687.html"&gt;Ratheesh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-4019394826994121311?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4019394826994121311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=4019394826994121311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4019394826994121311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4019394826994121311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/05/francis-ittykkora-t-d-ramakrishnan.html' title='Francis Ittykkora- T D Ramakrishnan'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RljdgGKeeWI/Tc4zBP_4-zI/AAAAAAAAANk/A8nuzh9B0VQ/s72-c/fittikkoras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-803184204498180167</id><published>2011-04-30T16:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:42:22.544+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latin American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santiago Roncagliolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peru'/><title type='text'>Red April - Santiago Roncagliolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-durtNQ_ecfg/TbvtRKD7-8I/AAAAAAAAANc/3eFDjVd2p9c/s1600/Red+April.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-durtNQ_ecfg/TbvtRKD7-8I/AAAAAAAAANc/3eFDjVd2p9c/s1600/Red+April.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21st century Latin American literature will be known for the new genre of writers who excel in modern literary thrillers. Red April, in the news again for nominated to the 'best translated works' is one catching attention among the readers all over the world. Having read Soldan ( turing's delirium) recently, I guess the new age writers may be moving away in style and substance from the boom generation of yesteryear. The period is 2000,in the new century, past the peak of Maoist insurgency and the regime of Alberto Fujimori ( 80s and 90s killing nearly 70000 people in Peru) , Set in the provincial city of Ayachuco, this murder mystery, crime thriller from the young Peruvian writer is already a super hit in the international market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Associate District Prosecutor Félix Chacaltana Saldívar , is transferred to Ayachuco, on his request to be in the place of his mother. He is recently separated with his wife and the only emotional support is from his dead mother, whose memory he keep alive, rebuilding the room as he remembered during his young days. Asked to investigate some unnatural murders in Ayachuco, he immediately realises that there aren't many who shares his interest in the same. Unable to get support from the police or from the surgeon , he decides to find his way to the story. He suspect and find hits about the involvement of 'shinig path' an outlawed terrorost organisation , dormant for almost 20 years, behind the new set of murders. The deeper he is into the investigation more isolated he become. However the authorities had another task for him, to go and monitor the on going election in one of the remote part of Peru. Now deeply into the case, he gets into unearthing the true story, without the support of the authorities. As he finds his way to more and more people to link and connect the issues, he gets into another issue. All those whom he interview or meet, ended up victims and ended up dead. as he himself puts it :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"All the people I talk to die, Father. I'm afraid. It's ... it's as if I were signing their death sentences when I leave them." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The week long festival is on and the town is full of visitors from various part of the world. The atmosphere is tense and imminent violence is in the air. Chacalnata, is in the thick of the things. More deaths and suspects . The novel takes the typical twist and turns of suspects and allegations. The literary element is slowly moved away with the frenzy of things and action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Red April, started very well continued till the midway in line with the expectation I had. However, soon, this too took the typical crime thriller turn and ended up in the common genre. On his part the writer keeps manages to keep the suspense on until the end. It is an easy and fast read. As I said, initial parts I find very well written, vivid and unhurried. Characterisation of Chacalnata is done pretty well, from a simpleton, vulnerable and lost in his new assignment to one who is cunning and intelligent is very subtle and good. May be there is a symbolic use of the image of mother, which escapes me. As a socio-political crime thriller, the book is good. If there are any comparison to Mario Vargas Llosa's "Death in the Andes" ( almost on the similar theme), I would cast my vote for the Nobel Laureate.&lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Red-April-Novel-Santiago-Roncagliolo/dp/0375425446"&gt;Red April&lt;/a&gt; ( 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santiago_Roncagliolo"&gt;Santiago Roncagliolo&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Spanish by Edith Grossman in 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantic Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;271 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 399&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Reviews&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/may/29/red-april-santiago-roncagliolo-review"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/peru/roncags1.htm"&gt; Complete Review&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.seattlepi.com/ae/books/article/Book-Review-Red-April-by-Santiago-Roncagliolo-896508.php"&gt;Independent&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.seattlepi.com/ae/books/article/Book-Review-Red-April-by-Santiago-Roncagliolo-896508.php"&gt;Seattlepi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-803184204498180167?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/803184204498180167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=803184204498180167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/803184204498180167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/803184204498180167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/red-april-santiago-roncagliolo.html' title='Red April - Santiago Roncagliolo'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-durtNQ_ecfg/TbvtRKD7-8I/AAAAAAAAANc/3eFDjVd2p9c/s72-c/Red+April.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-362265888652044703</id><published>2011-04-27T23:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:04:00.971+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19th Century'/><title type='text'>1857: The Real Story Of The Great Uprising - Vishnu Bhatt Godshe Versaikar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDkX2dv-Lv0/TbhTQSWr-5I/AAAAAAAAANY/b6EdvUS0yUE/s1600/1857MrinalPande_1297406318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDkX2dv-Lv0/TbhTQSWr-5I/AAAAAAAAANY/b6EdvUS0yUE/s200/1857MrinalPande_1297406318.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Rebellion_of_1857"&gt;Uprising in the year 1857&lt;/a&gt; , triggered by the Indian soldiers under the British Army, later supported&amp;nbsp;by few kingdoms in the mid-north of India is considered as the first 'organised' struggle for Independence against the British Rulers in India, by many historians. More widely known as "&lt;a href="http://asms.k12.ar.us/classes/humanities/worldstud/97-98/imper/india/sepoy.htm"&gt;Sepoy Mutiny&lt;/a&gt;" in the school history books are known to every Indian student. The names &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nana_Sahib"&gt;Nana Sahib&lt;/a&gt;, his deputy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tatya_Tope"&gt;Tantya Tope&lt;/a&gt; and the legendary &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rani_Laxmi_Bai"&gt;Queen of Jhansi, Lakshmibai&lt;/a&gt; are few heroes in the freedom struggle in the 19th century. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While the history text book gives us the story of these leaders and the struggle in detail, they are all have been the result of various studies and set to appease the Indian masses. Here is more closure account ( though I refrain to say accurate) of the events as they are unfolded to the traveller in those part of India during the turbulent times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vishnu Bhatt, a poor Maharashtra Brahmin, undertake a journey to the North (Hindi speaking areas) with his uncle, to participate in few religious ceremony at the rich and rulers thus earn some money to help the staggering debts that the family endure at the point of time. Little did he know that nhe is going to witness one of the most significant milestones in the history of India. With a promise to his weeping wife and brother that he will return within an year, the eventful journey took him nearly three years to retun back home safely.While Vishnu Bhatt did not participate in the struggle directly, he was also been part of the receiving end more than a couple of times, by the victorious British soldiers, and been mugged on a few occasions by the thugs on his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is important to us is that he documents ( from memory and after 24 years of the events) the journey and the actions as he is witnessed to the rest of the world. As it is already known, the revolt started after the roumer that the new ammunition and guns procured and distributed by the British Army to the soldiers ( of Indian Origin) are "&lt;em&gt;greased with cow fat and lard from Pigs&lt;/em&gt;". This agitated both the Hindu and Muslim soldiers for respective reasons, and the thought that "&lt;em&gt;this was a deliberate ploy by the cunning white rulers to first get them to disgrace and pollute themselves by breaking the religious taboos and after they had been debased and cast out of their religion, to try and convert them to Christianity&lt;/em&gt;". However, the Britishers did not understand the reason of resentiment by the soldiers and they were pressed and forced to take up these arms. Refusal was treated with harsh punishment. The collective sentiments against this caused the uprising, at various part of the country starting at Meerut, Kanpur and Calcutta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Large number of soldiers left the barracks and were wandering in the vastness of the region, who was looking for a leader to guide them. Tantya Tope, the ruler of Bisthur, thought it is his obligation to protect the religion and the state and was ready to lead the assault. The team had a few success initially, managing to defeat the white army at a couple of battles. As we are now aware, the trend soon reversed and eventually most part of North India coming under the control and rule of British East India company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jhansi rani Lakshmibai had different reasons to join the fight. The royal family deprived of a legal heir was refused permission to adopt a boy and thus to continue the regime. The king married thrice ( Lakshmibai being the third) died at an early age, leaving the kingdom at the hand of the resident British ruler. Being restricted to the inner circles of the palace, and having to obey the Britishers triggered the rebellion in the Queen, who soon declared herself as the ruler and started gathering troops. Joining forces with Tantya Tope and Nana Sahib, she continued the fight against the white leading the battle from the front, until her sad death in the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, the book is not written as a history text. This could be called a travelogue or a memoir. He is not a 'qualified writer' and that reflects in the text and narration. While he was travelling in these part of the country, not every event is from the eye witness. Many are based on the hearsay by fellow travellers or people whom he meet. There are also evident of exaggeration of few numbers and amounts ( at least that is what I felt) and glorification of feats. Barring that, this is a good read and gives us the glimpses of the events from closure quarters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vishnu Bhatt is a keen observer and a listener. He is able to recall the events after many years to the precise details. He do not hide his admiration to the rulers and his meetings with Jhansi Rani and the other rulers are that of a typical brahmin looking for monetary favours and stomach full of delicious food. He also wanted to demonstrate his skilled and knowledge in religious scriptures and test himself against the scholars. He is also intelligent and calculative. His learning from the events and his analysis are very insightful and not that of the typical of the poor brahmin looking for daily food ( though he claims to be a wandering sadhu at many places). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He also captures some of interesting facts about Jhansi Rani, which are not seen much earlier. Rani likes to dres in man's attire ,trousers and jackets ( this was her attire during most of her battles) and used this as disguise while travelling in the country side. On the other hand, her husband likes to cross dress in woman's dress and spends great amount of time in the women's quarters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mrinal Pande's translation is worth mentioning. She claims to have translated this from the original text in Marathi and used the occasional reference to the earlier Sanskrit translations. The book reads with out much hiccups or difficulties to a non-hindi / marathi speaker and not using many of the local idioms. The language and style was maintained closure to the orignial ( to the kind of language and narration you see in the books from 19th century). &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiaplaza.com/1857-vishnu-bhatt-and-godshe-versaikar/books/9789350290361.htm"&gt;1857: The Real Story Of The Great Uprising&lt;/a&gt; ( 1907)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu Bhatt Godshe Versaikar ( translated from Marathi by Mrinal Pande in 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper Perennia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;229 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 250&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Other reviews :&lt;a href="http://mumbaiboss.com/2011/02/11/revolutionary-tale/"&gt; Mumbai Boss&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.dailypioneer.com/333835/War-that-shook-raj.html"&gt;Pioneer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-362265888652044703?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/362265888652044703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=362265888652044703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/362265888652044703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/362265888652044703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/1857-real-story-of-great-uprising.html' title='1857: The Real Story Of The Great Uprising - Vishnu Bhatt Godshe Versaikar'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDkX2dv-Lv0/TbhTQSWr-5I/AAAAAAAAANY/b6EdvUS0yUE/s72-c/1857MrinalPande_1297406318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-4556448151971618855</id><published>2011-04-11T21:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:10:13.742+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrei Makine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Woman Who Waited - Andrei Makine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nS9Kz9j5sL0/TaMgy5Cxh9I/AAAAAAAAANU/a4Pmv2bqkVw/s1600/The+woman..jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nS9Kz9j5sL0/TaMgy5Cxh9I/AAAAAAAAANU/a4Pmv2bqkVw/s200/The+woman..jpeg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What was the longest wait for the love in the literary world ? Marquez made his hero wait for "53 year, 7 months and 11 days" in Love in the Time of Cholera for his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boris Koptev 19, left to the froniters during the last days of WW II. He was part of the troops that went for the final rituals of defeat of Berlin. However, he was reported missing in action from the frontiers, As a truthful fiancee, Vera 16 year old, is waiting for his return. The narration is in the mid 70s, and the wait is 30 years long. Living in Mirnoe, a hamlet of old widows ( mostly of the soldiers of WW II), Vera lives her life taking care of them and teaches few students left in the village at the nearby school. "&lt;em&gt;That blessed Vera ! she is still waiting ! still waiting ! She will wait forever" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our nameless narrator, an artist from Leningrad, to study and record the local customs and folklore ( and to gather material for anti-soviet satire as advised by his friend), comes to this place up-north in Russian wilderness near the white sea. 26 year old, counter revolutionary, active with the Leningrad clandestine group, in Breshnev's Russia known for their disdain for the leadership. His initial curiosity towards this mysterious lady ( now in her mid forties) moved way to awe and admiration for her selfless work in this village. The meeting and acquaintance and his attempt to learn more about this lady gets more intriguing and complicated. Drawn to her ways of life, and not able to get into her mind, frustrates and challenges the young man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She is a woman so intensely destined for happiness and yet she has chosen, almost casually, it seems, solitude, loyalty to an absent one, a refusal to love.."&lt;/em&gt; begins the novel, as noted by the narrator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was ready to leave and return to Leningrad, but some charm hold him back to the place. He build stories in his own mind, creates possible plots and try finding a reason by himself ( and for himself), but not able to break the code into her thinking. All he manages to get was few glimpses of her past life, only to reaffirm the ever growing stature of the lady. As Otar the driver puts it,"&lt;em&gt;You know, may be she is right, after all, that Vera.. in any case it's not for me, or you for that matter, to judge her", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andrei Makine writing has the wonderful feeling of being so close to real time experience, while keeping a safe distance from the plot. The descriptions are vivid and unhurried. The plots are not in big canvas , neither it is studded with characters. Even here, apart from the protagonist and the lady in discussion, there are only a couple of characters worth attention. like the other works of this writer, Very moving without being overtly sentimental or emotive , he bring about an extremely poignant story of love , loss and longing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A rather simple story line is transformed into a rich, lyrical and beautiful work of art by this fantastic writer.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Woman-Who-Waited-Novel/dp/1559707747"&gt;The Woman Who Waited&lt;/a&gt; ( 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andre%C3%AF_Makine"&gt;Andrei Makine&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated from French by Geoffrey Strachan in 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Publishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182 Pages&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Review : &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/3652158/Tainted-love.html"&gt;Telegraph&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/03/09/AR2006030901912.html"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2006/apr/29/featuresreviews.guardianreview18"&gt; Guardian &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-4556448151971618855?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4556448151971618855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=4556448151971618855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4556448151971618855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4556448151971618855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/woman-who-waited-andrei-makine.html' title='The Woman Who Waited - Andrei Makine'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nS9Kz9j5sL0/TaMgy5Cxh9I/AAAAAAAAANU/a4Pmv2bqkVw/s72-c/The+woman..jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-1486883586712122242</id><published>2011-04-09T21:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:21:44.138+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Per Petterson'/><title type='text'>I Curse the River of Time - Per Petterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geYPci7DtE4/TaB_3Rjxz2I/AAAAAAAAANM/QSdA5Uegy-c/s1600/I+curse+the+river+of+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geYPci7DtE4/TaB_3Rjxz2I/AAAAAAAAANM/QSdA5Uegy-c/s200/I+curse+the+river+of+time.jpg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I am 37 years old. . . . The Wall has fallen. And here I sit.” For Avid Jansen, life has come to a breaking point. The confident youth of the 70s moved by the dreams of new world is now on cross roads, Year is 1989 and the the Berlin wall is collapsed and the hope of a large generation including himself is in shatters. His marriage of 15 years is in ruins and his wife is about to leave him. His mother is diagnosed with cancer and she is off to her 'home' in Denmark. In other words the world around him is collapsing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Following his mother, with whom he was never very close, from Norway ( where they live) to Denmark ( their vacation home) , he tries to win one of his loosing battles ( being a responsible son , he wanted to make sure that she is alright). However, things aren't as easy as he wanted it to be. He wasn't welcomed with any enthusiasm. Even here, he was timid and vulnerable as he had been through out his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking the title from a poem of Chairman Mao, quoted below by Avid:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Fragile images of departure, the village back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I curse the river of time, thirty-two years have passed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avid likes these words because, “…it showed the human Mao, someone I was drawn to, someone who had felt how time was battling his body, as I had felt it so often myself; how time without warning could catch up with me and run around beneath my skin like tiny electric shocks and I could not stop them, no matter how much I tried.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As he recounts his life and childhood during his journey to Denmark. His troubled relationship with his parents and siblings. The early life infatuation towards communism, which made him abandon the education to work in factories, his girlfriends and the childhood days in their vacation home. He was always the one struggling to find his footing in life. “&lt;em&gt;I was searching for something very important, a very special thing, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not find it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dark, gloomy novel about abandonment and isolation. His characters are cold, aloof and cant get out of the shell they create themselves, tending towards existentialistic. They can never get warm to others or to themselves. Emotions are kept close to themselves and to the reader taking us through their struggle making us a part of them. However, they are likeable and stays with you even after the book finishes. While there is an overshadow of negativism in writing, there is never a dull moment. Petterson's writing leaves more unsaid, to the reader. It is not loud, silently grows in you as you go through the pages, leaving you with a tender feeling. Very good.&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Curse-River-Time-Lannan-Translation/dp/1555975569"&gt;I Curse the River of Time&lt;/a&gt; ( 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Per_Petterson"&gt;Per Petterson&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Norwegian by Charlotte Barslund in 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvill Secker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;233 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 550/-&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/15/books/review/DErasmo-t.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/jul/10/curse-river-time-per-petterson"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/norge/petterp4.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.norden.org/en/news-and-events/news/flying-the-nordic-flag"&gt;Norden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-1486883586712122242?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1486883586712122242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=1486883586712122242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/1486883586712122242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/1486883586712122242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-curse-river-of-time-per-petterson.html' title='I Curse the River of Time - Per Petterson'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geYPci7DtE4/TaB_3Rjxz2I/AAAAAAAAANM/QSdA5Uegy-c/s72-c/I+curse+the+river+of+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8311427154853689521</id><published>2011-03-27T14:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:05:21.574+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behavior Economic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Nudge : Improving Decisions about Health, Wealth, and Happiness  - Richard Thaler &amp; Cass Sunstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pz3tig-lakQ/TY71FicgQLI/AAAAAAAAANI/Cid7TseigDQ/s1600/Nudge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pz3tig-lakQ/TY71FicgQLI/AAAAAAAAANI/Cid7TseigDQ/s1600/Nudge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book build on a premise that we humans are poor at making decisions. Without proper guidance ( nudge) and direction, we often tend to make poor choices. Most our decisions are biased and based on the way it has been arranged. Using various example, the University of Chicago Professors, explains the vulnerability of human in front of options. They tend to follow the status quo, methods of approximation, the herd mentality or peer references. Human also have the strong loss aversion tendencies and are very conscious about the 'spotlight effect' ( thinking others are observing you). Classifying people into 'Econ's ( people with basic economic inclination and can be influenced by economic incentives ) and 'humans" who are usually not so educated and can be influenced by nudges and incentives. The decision from the Econs are based on 'reflective' behavior while that of 'humans' are more 'automatic'. ( There you go, another two terms after Econs and Humans are 'reflective and automated' systems of response) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a brilliant part 1, where the principles and basics are explained, they authors explains its relevance and importance of "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Choice_architecture"&gt;choice architecture&lt;/a&gt;" in the daily life , from financial planning , medical options and to social and environment issues. Taking his arguments further, he talks about the role f governments in helping the citizens in using the right choice in medical, financial and social area by choice architecture and appropriate nudge. "Nudge" in their parlance is &lt;em&gt;"any aspect of the choice architecture that alters people's behavior in a predictable way without forbidding any options or significantly changing their economic incentives&lt;/em&gt;". Free market,economy with its basic architecture of choice and campaigns can mislead the individual and this is where the state to take the necessary steps to help the individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coining the word &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libertarian_paternalism"&gt;`libertarian paternalism'&lt;/a&gt; , Thaler and Sunstein takes the arguments of state monitored and articulated process of helping decision making. Policies like "Opt-out" instead of Opt-in" and making the default as the most appropriate and work the other choices around this, he says we can bring about significant changes in the way citizens make choices. The say, "&lt;em&gt;We oppose bans; instead, we favor nudges&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The synopsis and the details are here in this&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nudge_(book)"&gt; wiki page&lt;/a&gt;. Beyond the first part of behavior economics, the books turns into some sort of political and social issues. Typical to these kind of books, it is abundant with examples and proofs, often beyond what is necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure how much of the later part of the book can be practised. However, this is a very good and engaging read ( especially the initial parts) with a whole lot of case studies and proof points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nudge-Improving-Decisions-Health-Happiness/dp/0300122233"&gt;Nudge : Improving Decisions about Health, Wealth, and Happiness&lt;/a&gt; ( 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nudges.org/"&gt;Richard H Thaler &amp;amp; Cass R Sunstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Penguin Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;304 Pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rs 350&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://business.in.com/article/chicago-booth/nudge-the-gentle-power-of-choice-architecture/5342/1"&gt;Business.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8311427154853689521?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8311427154853689521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8311427154853689521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8311427154853689521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8311427154853689521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/03/nudge-improving-decisions-about-health.html' title='Nudge : Improving Decisions about Health, Wealth, and Happiness  - Richard Thaler &amp; Cass Sunstein'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pz3tig-lakQ/TY71FicgQLI/AAAAAAAAANI/Cid7TseigDQ/s72-c/Nudge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3640024210003292514</id><published>2011-03-19T18:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:19:52.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edmundo Paz Soldán'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Turing's Delirium -  Edmundo Paz Soldán</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4iG_KEkHf90/TYSmYkGr4NI/AAAAAAAAANE/Uc2bw_xmZGU/s1600/Turing.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4iG_KEkHf90/TYSmYkGr4NI/AAAAAAAAANE/Uc2bw_xmZGU/s1600/Turing.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New age literature is breaking free from the same old narrative style and the subjects. The technological advancement and the usage of these medium have started appearing in the mainstream literature in the new century. Blog entries, e-mails and web and internet have started appearing often, albeit in the younger lot of writers. Soldan's Turing's Delirium also employs these effectively. What he does well is mixing up the old age style to the newer methodology pretty well. There are technical errors at a few places but that can be overlooked. His the sci-fi, virtual world thriller set in Bolivia, is interesting for this reason apart from his brilliance as a writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cryptography is the theme and its the tussle of the old age tradition carried from the dates of Egyptian rulers , through the modern world, looking for evidences in the writing of Victorian elitists, in Shakespeare, in Bacon following it through the period when the cryptanalysis have taken the main stream of military intelligence especially during the first two world wars. This later enhanced in scope and technology during the cold war era and was used by various rulers around the world for quelling rebellion against their own regime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miguel Saenz, nicknamed 'Turing' ( after the legendary code breaker) is the center of the action. An old established 'code-breaker' worked for the dictatorship of President Montenegro during his peak, in the secret establishment called "Black Chamber", established by a mysterious American Albert. Black Chamber as the name suggest is the center of all the dubious information. Now the dictatorship is overthrown, and after a couple of democratic experiments, President Montenegro is back in power as a democratically elected leader. The absence of work and the change of leadership ( Albert is decaying in his apartment , abandoned and hallucinating, awaiting death ), moved Miguel's position to a mere record keeper. The new leadership believe in the newer ways of breaking codes using sophisticated softwares and the fresher recruits with new engineering and software skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the new challenge that posed to the regime is the constant attack on its websites, and that of leading multinational firms, especially the company that distribute power to the neighborhood. The company ( an Italian-American joint venture) had increased the rate recently after the Electricity was privatised by the government, resulting in widespread protest and agitation. The opposition is now active and there are skirmishes and police action to curb the agitation. It is during this time, there is the new form of cyber attack on the government and the leading companies. The so called cyber terrorism is supposedly lead by the underground hacker community of adolescent students, and is lead by one Kadinsky. Its now the responsibility of the 'Black Chamber' to nab the terrorists and bring them to justice. As expected, the hackers are always a step ahead of the authorities and with their clandestine activities, not easy to track. The only way to get to the thick of the action is to have someone from their own community. It is the teenage daughter and 'nerd' Flavia, daughter of Miguel who was identified as a capable candidate to help them in this mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the story at the fore front. Soldan uses the multi narrative technique to tell a fast paced gripping story. The cyber world of "Play Ground" where most of the counter Government and the anti - transnational activities are groomed and coordinated by people ( called the Resistance) with secret identities and unknown background joining for the cause. On the real time world of Miguel is copin with his troubled family life, Flavia being a computer genius and a hacker seldom come out of her room, Ruth developing distaste on his activities and his direct/indirect involvement in the atrocities of the regime during dictatorship. His affair with the drug addicted prostitute, whom he is being the guardian and provide for. He is also fighting his own trauma resulted from the guilt of his actions as the truths are now uncovered of his earlier success. Albert on his death bed having visions of the time of World War II, and the stories of successful code-breaking effort, helping the allied forces giving an edge over the Germans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is much more serious affairs running at the back ground. It is the revenge of the atrocities of the earlier dictatorship. As in the case of every dictatorship, there are stories of torture and killing of innocents and those who stood for justice. Two individuals are in pursuit of bringing this out. Ruth, the history professor at the University, wife of Miguel, has her research concluded on the involvement of Black Chamber ( that includes her husband) in the killings during the regime. Justice. Cardona, a former minister in the Montenegro government is planning his revenge of the death of his first love Martha. There are murders , cyber crimes , games and twist and turns in the narrative to keep the interest of the readers with some decent finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is of multi narration. The story is told by various participants, giving us a peep view of their character and their thinking. Hence the language and style vary dramatically from one narration to the other. Rightly so, and voice appropriate to the character. This , on the other hand, suffers from being brilliant writing in one chapter to mediocre in the next. ( I shall give the benefit of doubt to the original, as this might have suffered during translation - so, I hear from my friends from that part of the world). The book, also takes critical look at the globalisation and privatisation of national resources in a very subtle way. Under the pretext of a cyber thriller, Soldan covers these two serious topics of dictatorship ( Montenegro is modelled around Hugo Banzer Suárez, dictator from 1971 to 1978 and an elected president from 1997) and the repercussions of the globalisations in Latin America very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good , fast paced , new age cyber - political thriller with parts of brilliant writing.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Turings-Delirium-Edmundo-Paz-Soldan/dp/0618872590"&gt;Turing's Delirium&lt;/a&gt; ( 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmundo_Paz_Sold%C3%A1n"&gt;Edmundo Paz Soldan&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Spanish by Lisa Carter 2006 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariner Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;291 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/bolivia/pazsole2.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.mostlyfiction.com/scifi/paz-soldan.htm"&gt;Mostly Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3640024210003292514?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3640024210003292514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3640024210003292514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3640024210003292514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3640024210003292514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/03/turings-delirium-edmundo-paz-soldan.html' title='Turing&apos;s Delirium -  Edmundo Paz Soldán'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4iG_KEkHf90/TYSmYkGr4NI/AAAAAAAAANE/Uc2bw_xmZGU/s72-c/Turing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6192714100712005352</id><published>2011-03-13T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:40:26.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milan Kundera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Encounter : Essays - Milan Kundera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dMhs06JVOd4/TXx6AbSZP_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_mu3MiI8D2c/s1600/Encounter.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dMhs06JVOd4/TXx6AbSZP_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_mu3MiI8D2c/s1600/Encounter.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;the sense that we have come to the era of post-art, in a world where art is dying because the need for art, the sensitivity and the love for it, is dying."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My initial enthusiasm of this writer ( during the 80s and early nineties) after reading "Life is Elsewhere", "Unbearable lightness of being" , "The joke" etc were taken a beating towards the end of the century. I did not particularly like Slowness, Ignorance or Identity. It is during this time that his non-fiction books started attracting my attention. All of them from the Art of the Novel to the Curtain were brilliant, explaining the aesthetics of art he is an expert. His new release, "Encounter" also treads the same path of his earlier non-fiction works. A collection of essays written and published over a period of last 20 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is interesting to learn about one writer's understanding and views about other novels of the same era and genre, and especially by some one like Kundera. In his earlier essays, he was looking at some of the classics, and trend setting novels prior to 20th century. In this, he had given us the glimpses of some of the major 20th century novels albeit in very short essays. Its one single theme, or an observation or a paragraph that he writes about. Like, " &lt;em&gt;I was reading One hundred years of Solitude when a strange idea occurred to me; most protagonists of great novels do not have children&lt;/em&gt;" or the observation of sexualities in the work of Philip Roth and and the second half of 20th century in general, post D H Lawrence era. He also examines the works of Juan Goytisolo, Luis Ferdinant Celine and Dostoevsky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The homage to Anatole France based on the "The Gods are Thirsty" is an outstanding piece. A writer whom "&lt;em&gt;people managed to keep the name on the blacklist&lt;/em&gt;" has a new life here. Explaining why the Gods are Thirsty is understood outside France than within it, Kundera's hypothesis can be applied to any historical fiction in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This explains why historical novels have always been better understood outside its own country than within it. For such is the fate of any novel whose action is too tightly bound to a narrow historical period: fellow citizens automatically look for a document of what they themselves experienced or passionately debated; they look to see if the novel's image of history matches their own; they try to work out the author's political stances, impatient to judge them. The surest way to spoil a novel."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a letter to Carlos Fuentes, he observed the constellation off great writers in the eastern Europe , who changed the landscape of novel during the early decades of 20th century. He cites the names of Kafka, Musil, Broch, Gombrowicz . Similarly, in the sixties and seventies another great constellation of writers from Latin America " continued transforming the aesthetic of the novel; Jaun Rulfo, Carpentier, Sabato, Marquez and others. The modern avant Garde writers, he says, "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;proclaim their own modernism for the novel, they did it in a purely negative way; a novel with no characters, no plot, no story, if possible no punctuation: a novel that came to be called the anti-novel." But he prefer to call " not as an anti-novel but an arch-novel. The arch novel would, primo, focus on what only the novel can say; and secundo, would revive all the neglected and forgotten possibilities the art had accumulated over the four centuries of its history."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In another billiant homage to the Martiniquan poet Cesaire, he discusses the possibilities of using multi lingual or bilingual use of language. Mixing Creole with French, the way Brazilian writer's liberty with Portuguese or Spanish American writers with Spanish. Another essay looks at the now forgotten writer Curzio Malaparte, of Italy and his novel the "Skin". I haven't read any of these, hence can only judge from his take on these books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other important essays includes few on the music of Leo Janacek, Xenakis and Schoenberg. He also dedicate one chapter on the lives of exile in " Elsewhere", and started the book with an essay on Francis Bacon, with a discussion on his induced deformity on the paintings he created. Inspite of the weak initial pages, this book is another profound study from one of this brilliant writer and intellect of the current era. I said weak because the essays are short ( often 3 to 4 pages) and have the potential to develop into a full fledged essays on their own. Being a random collection of essays ( unlike 'the curtain' or 'art of the novel'), there is no continuity or progression from one chapter to other. But his intelligence, analysis and insights are a treasure to the reader.&lt;/div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Encounter-Milan-Kundera/dp/0061894419"&gt;Encounter : Essays&lt;/a&gt; ( 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milan_Kundera"&gt;Milan kundera&lt;/a&gt; ( translated by Linda Asher 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faber &amp;amp; Faber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/29/books/review/Simon-t.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/aug/22/encounter-essays-review"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6192714100712005352?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6192714100712005352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6192714100712005352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6192714100712005352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6192714100712005352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/03/encounter-essays-milan-kundera.html' title='Encounter : Essays - Milan Kundera'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dMhs06JVOd4/TXx6AbSZP_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_mu3MiI8D2c/s72-c/Encounter.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-904278764525756808</id><published>2011-03-06T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:06:38.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leela Naidu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Leela: A Patch Work Life  - Leela Naidu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oiGYZ4M0-p4/TXM5XffB2gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nbtcjbDIxaU/s1600/Leela+Naidu.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oiGYZ4M0-p4/TXM5XffB2gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nbtcjbDIxaU/s1600/Leela+Naidu.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not familiar with the actress Leela Naidu. Do not remember seeing an of her movies. She is not from our era of actors that I am familiar with. However, the person who gave the book to me is from that time. It is only later did I learn about Leela Naidu, the erstwhile Miss India, the cover girl of Vogue as the one of the most beautiful woman in the world, wife of poet Dom Moraes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not a typical biography. It is a collection of her random incidents, not arranged in any chronological order, nor in any level of importance. interestingly, it does not have much about her on personal life, her child hood, her education or any details of her initial failed marriage with to the Oberoi clan. She also manages to skip all those unpleasant memories of her life from being discussed. Leela Naidu, writes the book with a disclaimer "&lt;em&gt;This is the Leela I know. She had an eventful life by her own understanding of it and she thinks you might like to hear about it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She brings out names after names from every where. The book starts with an anecdote, of Price Yusupov, the alleged murderer of infamous Rasputin, appear naked at the door of her Grandma, escaped from asylum , where he was taken in and fed upon. She also writes about one &lt;em&gt;'Bennito Mussolini'&lt;/em&gt; who used to work for her grand father at his factory, to be expelled from job for thrashing a co-worker's hand with a red hot metal rod..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leela Naidu, has very good style of writing, of course supported by Jerry Pinto. She has a keen observation, and an acute sense of humour and srong convictions. Though she write about the major incidents in her life, and do get the attention of the reader; the attention is to the character and is not necessarily associated with Leela. Her acting classes with Jean Renoir, the help and guidance from Ingmar Bergman for a complication post child birth, the meeting of Salvadore Dali, who wanted to use her as a model for Madonna, the accidental chance to pose for vogue , each are intriguing in its own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On her personal attribute, we could see a strong person in support of the weaker section of the society. Be it the villagers of UP in their fight against the land mafia, the right to use the road during the religious ceremony, the one man( woman) fight against the plight of extras in the film shooting sets, the support for better food for the animals ( elephants ) during the shooting of a film were enough proof for her conviction and willingness to go to any extend to get things done towards what she believe. In the earlier chapters, she tells us the racial slurs and difficulties she had to face during her student years, and she slams India as one of the most racist countries in the world, with our age old caste systems and the way the lower classes treated by the rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Born to a celebrated scientist, Ramaiah Naidu, who worked with Marie Curie, later head their research and a French woman,an Indologist, she had a very European upbringing with Indian roots. As she puts it elsewhere in the book, "&lt;em&gt;Daddy is Cafe, Maman is milk and I'm 'cafe au lait''&lt;/em&gt;. Widely read, learned music and dance, multi lingual ,with sharp brains added with her beauty and was set to take her into greater heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her career in movies did not go as well as expected. After rejecting an offer from Raj Kapoor to sign in for four movies, she did manage to get few roles in the Hindi movies, to be directed by none other than Hrishikesh Mukherjee about which she says, "&lt;em&gt;I do not remember my first day of shooting perhaps because I did not suffer from stage fright. According to me, stage fright is about waffling. It happens when an actor will not stay in the moment".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her professionalism, her demand for script before signing, the perceived intellectual air around her, possibly would have come in as hindrance to her career. Though, each of the eight movies that she acted, where noticed. First movie with Hrishkesh Mukherjee, followed with the first production of James - Ivory, "The house Holder" , Trikaal with Shyam Benegal were critically acclaimed. Comparing the style she says : "&lt;em&gt;What Renoir gave me was a basic understanding of the way in which a text was only a frame work and how each interpretation brought something new to that framework. What working with James Ivory did was to throw me back to my own resources because he said almost nothing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is not regretting her lost opportunities. After refusing to sign for Raj Kapoor, she seems to have missed many more including that of the lead role in David Lean's Dr.Zhivago. "&lt;em&gt;You saw me posting the that letter ? It was to Geraldine Chaplin. She was my second choice for the role&lt;/em&gt;". Her observation on Arundhati Roy, with whom she worked in one film ( Electric moon) is noteworthy. &lt;em&gt;"I must say I admire the way Arundhati has turned her status as celebrity author into a catalyst for the causes she cares about, but there was very little of the caring Ms Roy on the set of Electric Moon.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leela was married twice, both ended in separation. The first, in her teens, were to the Oberoi family, with whom she had twins even before turning twenty, The bitter law suit of separation and the lost battle for possession of the daughters must have devastated her, and it is until late she got into her second marriage with poet and childhood acquaint Dom Moraes. This marriage which lasted longer was also not discussed in the book. however the second part of the book was more on her life post her film career and her travel around the world working for Dom, in his various literary pursuit, often working as his translator cum secretary .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jerry Pinto , in his foreword explains that &lt;em&gt;'everyone who met her has a Leela Naidu story. This is her version.&lt;/em&gt;' This is not a life story, it is a parts ( patchwork as she say) of her life, as chosen , rather carefully, and told. I believe, apart from some of the curious incidents, there is no significance of this book in any genre of writing. There are no personal life insight, there is no multicultural imbalance and truggle, there is no heart breaking experiences. She was clear that the "&lt;em&gt;book would have nothing to do with my life... It's only about the funny anecdotes and the sad historic ones I came across&lt;/em&gt;". And, that's all is there to this book.&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penguinbooksindia.com/category/Autobiography_Biography_Memoir/Leela_9780670999118.aspx"&gt;Leela - A Patchwork Life&lt;/a&gt; ( 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leela_Naidu"&gt;Leela Naidu&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.jerrypinto.com/leela.shtml"&gt;Jerry Pinto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Viking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 450&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.outlookindia.com/article.aspx?265802"&gt;Outlook&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.dnaindia.com/lifestyle/review_the-importance-of-being-leela-naidu_1395621"&gt;DNA India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-904278764525756808?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/904278764525756808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=904278764525756808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/904278764525756808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/904278764525756808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/03/leela-patch-work-life-leela-naidu.html' title='Leela: A Patch Work Life  - Leela Naidu'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oiGYZ4M0-p4/TXM5XffB2gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nbtcjbDIxaU/s72-c/Leela+Naidu.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-9153885177226332053</id><published>2011-02-28T22:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:59:44.355+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environmental Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambikasuthan Mangad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Enmakaje - Ambikasuthan Mangad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-or7IG-76FMY/TW8UgK-X_iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/d1bOfEWQ2Wg/s1600/enmakaje.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-or7IG-76FMY/TW8UgK-X_iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/d1bOfEWQ2Wg/s200/enmakaje.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the last couple of decades, people of the northern district of Kerala are fighting the authorities(on one side) and the business magnates, trying to protect the land and the their living, against a deadly chemical. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enmakaje"&gt;Enmakaje&lt;/a&gt;, a small village in Kasargod, become a symbol of the resistance ( and being its all enduring sufferer) of the movement against &lt;a href="http://gautam-mohan.blogspot.com/2010/11/endosulfan-lives-pledged-in-land-of_19.html"&gt;Endo Sulphan&lt;/a&gt;. The reports from various NGOs and Global agencies, project the gruesome effects of this chemical causes to the environment and the living creatures. The insects, the cattle , the reptiles , the birds one after other, either disappear or migrate to cleaner areas. Those who continued to live in the area suffered the most. Kids born with deformities, people dies of mysterious deceases, increase in the number of people with mental illness... the counts are numerous. But for the authorities, these aren't enough to act. They demand concrete evidence, facts and results of analysis. The sponsored 'fact finding missions' of Governmental agencies returns with reports showing lack of evidence. Most of these people never set foot in the troubled zone. It is this issue forms the background to this good novel by Ambikasuthan Mangad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambikasuthan's Enmakaje is a place of hills, not one or two but in thousands.&amp;nbsp; Enmakaje is also a place of languages, not one or two but near a dozen. Apart from 'Tulu', Malayalam, Kannada, Konkani there are Marathi settlers ( Naiks) , Arab speaking people and Byari prominent in Enmakaje. However, this multi linguistic nature does not prevent people from communicating, as people can converse in at least 5 different tongues. Enmakaje is also a place of truth. There are numerous "steps of truth" around that place. Once you are on those steps, you have to tell the truth and only truth. The believe is that you will not be able come down from these steps if you are a liar. Enmakaje is ( or was) also a place of water , with its umpteen streams making it land fertile. There are no wells in the village as the water is abundant for every house in the village.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all these are history, as the government controlled and run "Plantation Corporation" has converted a substantiate part of the natural flora into Cashew Plantation. The trouble started when they corporation started spraying the pesticide known as "Endo Sulfan" under various marketing names. According to various report, and certain study's the ecological balance of the village is damaged for ever. People started dying of mysterious deceases. Kids were born with damaged limbs or other physical ailments. The number of mental patients have up beyond the normal rates of other places. Number of suicides increased. This was not a story of Enmakaje alone, but that of the other areas where the use of Endo Sulfan is prevalent spread across 7-8 villages in Kerala and a few in Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are protests and agitations, and typical in such cases through out the history and across the globe, these were crushed by the use of power. There were multiple committees and study groups sponsored by the government ( and hence by the Pesticide Lobby) which always returned with report giving 'Endo Sulfan' a clean chit. Even recently, a Central Minister came to the support of the Pesticide company in Public. However, every independent study shows the use of Endo Sulfan as the reason for these un-natural phenomenon in these villages. The water bodies are contaminated, the levels of Endo Sulfan in the blood samples are alarmingly high among residence. Even 'breast milk' samples, which is considered to be the purest food, was found poisonous. The impacts are also huge on the flaura of the area. There are no insects any more. Birds aren't seen. The common crow is a rarity. The hills once had a large number of animals are now vanished and bare. The resistive movements are active with many NGO organisations, but never been able to make any headway over the years. These workers are threatened by the mighty and was haunted by the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to this place is where Neelakantan and Devayani comes looking for peace escaping from every human contacts they ever had. After an eventful life at the Capital city of Kerala, disillusioned with life. His open house, with no door or windows, was a shelter for every one who is in need at Thiruvananthapuram. From lepers, to old people, injured to&amp;nbsp;prostitutes .. every one found his house their home. Devayani, reached his place on one of such escapade&amp;nbsp; form the cruel animals of the society and stayed on. By destroying every evidence of their life, the two started of from South of Kerala to the northern part of the state. It is in one of the abandoned hill that they make their home. To the poor villagers, he is the silent saint, who never speak to anyone, not even to Devayani.&amp;nbsp; He seldom leave home. Devayani has an occasional travel outside, to the weekly market, buying essential. Their need is minimal. Eat the roots and fruits,or a rare rice soups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their encounter with the reality was accidental. The kid came into their life after Devayani found his parents hanging from the ceiling and the abandoned kids silent cry made her to bring him home. Neelakantan was angry, he did not want anyone else in their life, he reacted violently, ran out of home to the hill and jungle. The kid was silent, it made some sounds when in pain and hungry. The wounds on his body did not dry up. It is the tribal chief and doctor 'Panchi' who explained the cases to them. He is not a kid, but did not grow. There are many kids similar , some with missing limbs since birth, some with tongue hanging outside unable to put them in, some crippled and many with mental illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them , it is the curse of the hill ( or nature in a broader sense). The 'jaDAdhAri hills' had a curse on the people and they are suffering this for their ancestors misdeeds. They have resigned to the fate and the occasional medical help they seek. A chance meeting with the Doctor, give him insights to the issues of Endo Sulfan. Hurt and sad, and his inability to cure and save the boy, drags him into the action scene from his self inflicted isolation from the society. Protesting in front of the Plantation corporation with the body of the dead child, and attacking and disrupting the helicopter which came in to spray the next round of pesticides, Neelakantan and the group started the resistance in a small way. Typical to such team, they too were soon branded as 'naxalites' and was arrested and tortured along with another activist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are characters typical to a cinema story. The minister, who has no time for the people, the local leader who has all the power and fan fare, the good fellow medical practitioner, the freelance press reporter, the group of silent victims ; each playing their parts in their own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main stream literature that themed on environmental issues aren't many. Juan Rulfo's master piece &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pedro_P%C3%A1ramo"&gt;Pedro Paramo&lt;/a&gt; is the work that came into my mind as I read this book. The village of Comala, with its wandering souls awaiting 'moksha'.&amp;nbsp; Unlike 'Comala', Enmakaje is real. Comala is haunted by its ghostly souls, but in Enmakaje, the souls are real, who suffers the fate resulted from human greed in front of us all. They also have no escape, until one day death release them from this. What is haunting us is these images, we have seen over the years, in news papers and other media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the propaganda nature of the novel, Ambikasuthan Mangad has done a good job with his narration. Except for the initial drag of getting into the groove and its documentary style of detailing , the language is in line with the tale. The beautiful mixture of myths , legends and folklore into the story did help to take this into a different level. He use the change of languages and tone effectively.&amp;nbsp; On the other side, none of the characters are deep or strong, and are very predictable. However, the book end fabulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more of such books,&amp;nbsp;widely read and discussed. &lt;/div&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Enmakaje&amp;nbsp; ( 2009 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambikasuthan Mangad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcbookshop.net/book_details/3066/enmakaje"&gt;D C Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 120/-&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-9153885177226332053?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/9153885177226332053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=9153885177226332053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/9153885177226332053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/9153885177226332053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/enmakaje-ambikasuthan-mangad.html' title='Enmakaje - Ambikasuthan Mangad'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-or7IG-76FMY/TW8UgK-X_iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/d1bOfEWQ2Wg/s72-c/enmakaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8877665059464372182</id><published>2011-02-22T18:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:05:29.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier Marias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>All Souls - Javier Marias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MmtizW4-c/TWO2YAxj_8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/catLnUlzMnE/s1600/All+Souls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MmtizW4-c/TWO2YAxj_8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/catLnUlzMnE/s1600/All+Souls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Javier Marias is one of those writers I have never managed to read, all these years, despite many recommendations. This book might not be the best place to start, but it is all that I could get my hands on. Marias have spent two years during the 80s teaching Spanish at Oxford as a visiting professor. This book is a result of his experience and life there. Oxford is a typical boring academic town with its pretentious life with eccentric, and lethargic, uninteresting people. Protagonist of this novel ( if one can call it so), is also a Spaniard teaching at Oxford on a two year assignment and the book is based on his interactions with some of the entertaining characters in the academic circle and around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not a story per se. Its a loosely collated details about various interesting, colorful and being at a place like Oxford, slightly off beat individuals that the protagonist had acquainted. In that count, this is not a full length novel with a definite story line with any moments of twists or turns, nor does it have any subtle undercurrents of sustained emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the ongoing thread of this book is an illicit affair the protagonist has with one of the academic of Oxford , whom he met during a "high table" dinner. Also, his wandering around the small time second hand book shops in search of the books of few obscure English writers. However the novel is more threads through a collection of individual portraits some of the&amp;nbsp;characters. This include a couple of homo sexual professors, economist specialized in 18th century tax structure, professor of literature who writes horror novels, another academic and Russian expert who is suspected to be a spy, second hand book sellers, plump chicks of neighboring towns at the pub, members of some exotic writer society, among others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing is brilliant ; crisp and satirical . Episodic progression through one character to the other with a detached clarity and observation keeping the interests of the reader alive through out the reading. Dry humor, touch of pathos ( there are no happy or positive lives around barring the narrator), and sensitive and touchy characters and encounters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unlike a regular novel, there are no build up or development of characters or theme. However, he handles the subject and the characters very delicately. I don't think there will be consensus among the reading community about this novel. But on the whole I liked the novel for the shear sensitivity of the writing.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-Souls-Javier-Mar%C3%ADas/dp/0811214532"&gt;All Souls&lt;/a&gt; ( 1989 ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Javier_Mar%C3%ADas"&gt;Javier Marias&lt;/a&gt; ( Translated by Margeret Jull Costs yr.1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;210 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8877665059464372182?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8877665059464372182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8877665059464372182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8877665059464372182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8877665059464372182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-souls-javier-marias.html' title='All Souls - Javier Marias'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MmtizW4-c/TWO2YAxj_8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/catLnUlzMnE/s72-c/All+Souls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6800654385688274196</id><published>2011-02-19T16:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:09:38.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Syjuco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>llustrado - Miguel Syjuco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjC5b-jCQ88/TV-c1YS-_oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eHC51DMWZ1E/s1600/Illustrado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjC5b-jCQ88/TV-c1YS-_oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eHC51DMWZ1E/s200/Illustrado.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This book had a distinction of winning the man Asian Literary award , even before it was published. I understand the book was in its manuscript form when it was conferred the one of the biggest Asian Literary Awards for writing in English. That probably a reason for me to look for this book, adding to the motive of not having read anything of a Philippines based writer ( Miguel Syjuco, is based out of the Montreal, though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crispin Salvador, a leading literary figure of Philippines, was found dead floating in Hudson river in New York. Though the authorities dismissed this as another case of suicide, one of his protege , the narrator of this book, who is named after the author himself, did not believe so, for reasons justified enough. Salvador, is reportedly, writing a novel, which is expected to cause major disturbances to the literary , political and social life of Philippines on its publication. Salvador, son of a rich sugar plantation owner, had his education done at the best of European schools , later known for his hard hitting political reportage and his wayward way of living ( often with communist guerrillas, with various women). A writer of various genre of literary works, spanning children's books, political reportage, cheap romance novels, action packed thrillers , novels of high literary value which won him couple of awards, short stories and a 'tell all' memoir, which alienated him from his erstwhile family and said to be the reason of his living exile in US. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miguel Syjuco's curiosity picked up after he learned about the missing manuscripts of his 'work in progress' novel , the Bridge Ablaze (TBA) which is expected to threaten the social fabric of Philippines. Unable to accept the suicide theory, he chooses to investigate the truth by himself, bringing him to the islands of Philippines. His intention of meeting Salvador's friends and family members, his comrades and critics, and most importantly, his daughter living aloof. The story thus takes us through the fragments of the life of the rich and the political and social history of Philippines spanning over a century. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilustrado"&gt;Ilustrados&lt;/a&gt; are the educated rich class of people during the colonial period under the Spaniards. The current lots are the descendants of the those rich during the colonial period, who continue to control the government and hold influential positions in the state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Syjuco's expectation about the reaction of the death of the writer wasn't shared by anyone he met at Philippines. "...nobody's going to the States to murder someone nobody remembers, who's writing a book nobody has seen." was the typical reaction. There wasn't any enthusiasm in the social circle about the obscure writer whose yet to be published book. Even the dead writer himself isn't very open about his book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I truly wish I could tell you more about TBA ( the bridge ablaze) . I can't. Not yet. I can tell you only this. It is a necessary work. Because it will implicate them all. All those people who said hope was hopeless, and so instead took to begging with their eyes a portion of the booty.... now I'm bargaining, begging, for just one last chance to bequeath a book about all the lessons I've learned painfully over the course of my life. .. I once thought The Bridge Ablaze would be that masterpiece. I'm not so sure it matters much anymore&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.The book also is critical about the current state of writing in Philippines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is Filipino writing ? Living on the margins, a bygone era,loss, exile, poor me angst, post colonial identity theft. Tagalog words intermittently scattered around for local color, exotically italicised. Run on sentences and facsimiles of magical realism, hiding behind the disclaimer that we Pinoys were doing it years before the South Americans&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mixing up the historical period and the social structure , Miguel Syjuco writes the tale from the current , corrupt , greedy, scandalous politics of Philippines ( naming the rulers and leaders ), to the period of US occupation and the period of Spanish colonial period, giving us glimpses of the history of the family of Salvador, Miguel Syjuco ( the narrator) and the current state of affairs. Interestingly, the resemblance of Miguel's life with that of Salvador's is very evident ( with his relationship with the family, the mostly exiled life, unhappy love life) and the tale is often interlaced and mixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book itself id written with the new medium of communicating and experimenting with various styles. Part of the book is the narration by the protagonist, part is the writings of Salvador from his various works, the interviews published at Paris Review, few diary entry by the protagonist, e-mails, blog entries and the follow on comments and a few third person commentary on Miguel Syjuco ( the protagonist).there are also a parallel thread of funny anecdotes about a character who has nothing to do with the main story whatsoever ( some of the jokes are good for cracking at a party gathering though). All these are interesting, but does not add anything to the theme by itself and often diluted the seriousness of the theme. He has a good style of writing and the book itself is an easy read. But it does not classify to be a masterpiece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I may borrow the exact words from this book, it is a work of a writer who,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...sit at home in your Greenwich Village Penthouse, living off the family inheritance, writing in English about the Philippines for the entertainment of foreigners..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have the similar opinion about most of the Indian Writing in English. &lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ilustrado-Novel-Miguel-Syjuco/dp/0374174784"&gt;Ilustrado&lt;/a&gt; ( 2010) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miguel_Syjuco"&gt;Miguel Syjuco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;308 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Reviews : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/apr/11/ilustrado-miguel-syjuco-fiction-booker"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/05/05/AR2010050504709.html"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/filipino/syjucom.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/13/books/review/Bonner-t.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6800654385688274196?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6800654385688274196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6800654385688274196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6800654385688274196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6800654385688274196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/llustrado-miguel-syjuco.html' title='llustrado - Miguel Syjuco'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjC5b-jCQ88/TV-c1YS-_oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eHC51DMWZ1E/s72-c/Illustrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-7686303685609840994</id><published>2011-01-30T18:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:26:38.868+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ian Ayres'/><title type='text'>Super Crunchers - Ian Ayres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TUVfVy36wzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ySJh9MAxa4A/s1600/Super+Crunchers.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TUVfVy36wzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ySJh9MAxa4A/s200/Super+Crunchers.jpeg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Data based decision making is not new.&amp;nbsp; It had been there for ages. Why has it come to prominence again under various names like Number crunching,&amp;nbsp; data crunching or as the title here says super crunching.&amp;nbsp; The only difference is now the ability to do this in a jiffy, in split seconds and perform action ( many automatically) based on the results. With the advancement of IT and super computing, it has become more widely used not only by researchers, but by business as well.&amp;nbsp; So much is the importance, that some of the largest IT Services companies offering services around the &lt;a href="http://www-935.ibm.com/services/us/gbs/bao/"&gt;business of analytics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this book revolve around what is known to us already. Looking at s&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regression_analysis"&gt;tatistical regression&lt;/a&gt; and related examples from various field and some of the front runners, who relied on the data based decision making, in place of the common wisdom and intuition.&amp;nbsp; Typical to many of them,&amp;nbsp; Ian Ayres too, starts with the wine industry ( why is the wine industry so popular with number crunching ? The book titles Quants, was also begun on similar lines, if I remember correctly) and the typical exchange of words by the traditionalists and the 'super crunchers', He then goes through various segments of industry such as&amp;nbsp; medicine, legal ( predicting the judgement based on previous results and data), movies( the box office collection even before the first frame is shot) , and social ( government projects, dating and marriage services, the individuals characteristics and preferences), explaining the merits over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the key ingredient of regression analysis, is the data itself. However, we could use the same methodology in arriving at business decision by selective experiments and data collection using randomization trials and or with control group experiments.&amp;nbsp; With the advancement in technology and the availability of large data set, helps us run the experiments with multiple variables with various controls as is needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is an easy fiction like read, with innumerable case studies or examples, each driving us to the same conclusion that the data cant lie. Having said that, it traces the obvious and to me there are no new insights making it a pretty ordinary read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He conclude the book with a line, which captures this book in a nutshell: Super Crunching is not substitute for intuition, but a compliment. Our intuition, our experiences, and,yes,statistics should work together to produce better choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Super-Crunchers-Thinking-Numbers-Smart/dp/0553805401"&gt;Super Crunchers : How anything can be predicted&lt;/a&gt; ( 2007) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Ayres"&gt;Ian Ayres&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Murray ( Publishers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;260 Pages&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Further read: &lt;a href="http://ai.stanford.edu/%7Eronnyk/cacmEmergingTrendsInBI.pdf"&gt;Emerging Trends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-7686303685609840994?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7686303685609840994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=7686303685609840994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7686303685609840994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/7686303685609840994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-crunchers-ian-ayres.html' title='Super Crunchers - Ian Ayres'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TUVfVy36wzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ySJh9MAxa4A/s72-c/Super+Crunchers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6000191802958458943</id><published>2011-01-21T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:32:36.007+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nobel Prize winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V S Naipaul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><title type='text'>The Masque of Africa : Glimpses of African Belief -  V S Naipaul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TTlLJCsEyjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y6gqYtVWw1o/s1600/The+Masque+of+Africa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TTlLJCsEyjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y6gqYtVWw1o/s200/The+Masque+of+Africa.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the age of 76 ( he is now 78), Nobel Laureate V S Naipaul packs his bags again to Africa. A continent he visited 40 odd years ago, giving us a couple of thought provoking ( though controversial) books. This time, he says, his theme is around "African Belief", and will not be politics or religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;My theme is belief, not political or economical life; and yet at the bottom of the continent the political realities are so overwhelming that they have to be taken into account&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Starting his journey from Uganda moving on to Ghana, Nigeria, Ivory Coast , Gabon before concluding at South Africa. At the outset, it looks and reads like a westerners prejudiced view of the continent and he hasn't been able to free himself from the it,. Most of his preparation was based on the 19th century European travellers and often he was trying to identify the present day Africa to that of 19th century descriptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Africa, to many outsiders are still a mystery. While the new world religions are prominent , the traditional religion or way of living is gaining huge momentum. This phenomenon is seen across sub Saharan Africa. Arabs came for trade and brought Islam to the land centuries ago. While they were less forceful, compared to Christianity, the Saharan and north eastern countries embraced it. However, Christianity came in with the European slave traders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The colonial masters came here for business. Slave trade was a business. May be bad, but it was purely business. They took, but they gave us the church. That was a death knell to traditional religion. In the traditional religion, every king had his chief priest and elders to consult. It was a democratic system. It promoted sanity. People did not cross boundaries. The church came and overturned this. They brought in Jesus." and "They took away our land, religion, customs and social structure. Our king, our everything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To a culture, where spirits and ancestors hold the key, the new religions came in with a different opening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Both Christianity and Islam would have been attractive to Africans for a simple reason. They both offered an afterlife; gave people a vision of themselves living on after death. African religion on the other hand was more airy, offering only a world of spirits, and the ancestors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During these time , end of 18th century and most part of the 19th century , saw the spread of these religion in Africa, at least to the outer world, while the practice of traditional religion and rituals continue to thrive under various clan leaders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were brought up in the faith, and that dictates that African religion as paganism. We were trained to despise it.... Now that I have grown up and had exposure, I see it was a tool to control our African mind. It is how the imperialists worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Culture does not die - today it is called witch craft."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not surprisingly, most of the research or fact finding in the journey revolved around these practitioners. Meeting various clan leaders or priests ( of African belief), Naipaul build his story around the practices of which craft, sorcerer, sooth sayers, healers and black magicians. Obviously, people who claims to have control or ability to initiate the spirits of ancestors hold the key in the life of common man. There is no difference between Country, City, small town, village or the forest in these believes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Relying largely on the conversations with his guides, sponsors and few of the people of control, he bring about their thoughts and idea of the African belief; at times referring to his previous visits to the continent. And that , I believe, is one of the short fall of the book. There are no insights, often contradicting views with no clarification by the author makes it pretty ordinary read for most part. There is also kind of contempt in his language which does not go well with a sympathizer. At one place, he even experiment with one of these men asking him to find out about the marriage of his girl ( he does not have children). "&lt;em&gt;Will my daughter get married ?"... "The girl is not going to get married. You have many enemies. To break their spells we will have to do many rituals. This will cost money, but the girl will get married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Across the continent, there is a revival of traditional beliefs, while continue to practice the religion of their birth. This contradiction, which is seen in every aspect of African life, makes the story interesting. More and more writers rely on their own language, more and more governments encouraging the local culture and religion, people of high profile openly coming out in support of the believes and defending them in public. As an outsider the new century Africa will be an interesting place to watch and admire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I want to tell you about language, how important it is. There is a spiritual quality to the language, to words. If you use language as tool to suppress people it will loose all its spirituality.... Our mother tongue historical elements, and words were important."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The blurb proclaim, "The best living writer of English Prose". This book was far from it. Most of the initial writings were very ordinary. It does not reflect the language and insights of a Nobel Laureate. The section about Gabon could be an exception, where I found the language and content beautifully woven. That one chapter made all the difference to reading this book. In general the language and style improved towards the end. Writing on Gabon and that of South Africa were beautifully written. However, I am not excited about this book.&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Masque-Africa-Glimpses-African-Belief/dp/0307270734"&gt;The Masque of Africa&lt;/a&gt; ( 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V._S._Naipaul"&gt;V S Naipaul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picador India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;325 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 595&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/sep/04/vs-naipaul-masque-africa-review"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/7966020/The-Masque-of-Africa-by-V-S-Naipaul-review.html"&gt;Telegraph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6000191802958458943?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6000191802958458943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6000191802958458943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6000191802958458943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6000191802958458943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/masque-of-africa-glimpses-of-african.html' title='The Masque of Africa : Glimpses of African Belief -  V S Naipaul'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TTlLJCsEyjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y6gqYtVWw1o/s72-c/The+Masque+of+Africa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-4840159665718385659</id><published>2011-01-10T15:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:23:52.221+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jyothirmayi Sankaran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Mumbai Jaalakam - Jyothirmayi Sankaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TSrRmSXpEyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nKQpk1CEO5c/s1600/09012011033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TSrRmSXpEyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nKQpk1CEO5c/s200/09012011033.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kerala depends on its expats for most of the moral , financial and literary growth. The flow of people out of Kerala has started long ago, primarily for seeking jobs. Over the decades, the flavour of location kept changing from Mumbai, Delhi to Chennai , the Gulf countries and Bangalore ( of late the U.S) . In the early migration, Mumbai stood as one of the most preferred destination. Unlike Delhi, where most of the expats were on the PSU jobs or central govt service, Mumbai was common man's paradise. Ultil the early 70s Mumbai continued to attract many Keralites. It was the trouble that erupted with the rise of Shiv Sena, this flow of Keralites reduced to Mumbai. Chennai , was the preferred destination for many a lower section of the crowd, setting up tea and vegitable shops and around late 70s the desert dream and Gulf mania gripped Kerala. The Y2K lead opportunities and the need for Software engineers, made Bangalore the most preferred destination in the recent past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is thus, important to understand that every Keralites, carry a part of Kerala within him when he migrates, living off the nostalgic memories of the distant land. The last half of 20th century gave us enormous literary classics, in Malayalam, produced from these parts of the country. Some of the big names in Malayalam Literature ( there are quite a few names), have spent a large part of their life in Mumbai or Delhi. On the other side, every family in Kerala can boast of some one of their close relative, residing in most of these metros, hence making these names like Bandra, Andheri, Chembur, Goregaon , familiar to them as if they are some part of Trissur or Palakkad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smt Jyothirmayi Shankaran, brings out the daily snippets of the life in Mumbai, in this recently published book Mumbai Jaalakam. There are no dearth of books that cover the Mumbai story at varied topics and influence. Mumbai had been part of the literary read for most of the 'reading' Keralites through the works of Anand and others. There had been stories and legends passed over friends get together and other informal meetings. But seldom, had there been an attempt to get them told in a basic form of narration, meant for general read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jyothirmayi Shankaran, does not deploy the high brow language, and there is no pretensions of any intellectual debates. These are the observations and readings of the common man. This are the impressions of some one living this life, and not that of a traveller. Like every common man/woman, she takes up issues with the way authorities are handling various functions, the fear of safety, the tussle with the auto/taxi drivers, the rise and fall stock market, the Bollywood, the separate world of the sub-urban train, the effect of terrorism, the local importance places and their significance, the festivities and the Gods. These are not the notes on Mumbai alone, its the tale of every large metro in india. Mumbai had the advantage or disadvantage of going through them ahead of the rest, often leading them in many a progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are written over the period of Dec 2007 to March 2010, and, I understand, was published in the online magazine Kanikkonna under the same name. It was now compiled into a book and was published, by the same group. Easy and quick read, and barring&amp;nbsp; few places, she shows a lot of command over the use of language and style.&lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai Jaalakam ( 2010 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyothirmayi Sankaran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanikkonna Publications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 100/-&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-4840159665718385659?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4840159665718385659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=4840159665718385659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4840159665718385659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/4840159665718385659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/mumbai-jaalakam-jyothirmayi-shankaran.html' title='Mumbai Jaalakam - Jyothirmayi Sankaran'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TSrRmSXpEyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nKQpk1CEO5c/s72-c/09012011033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8747807251457241190</id><published>2011-01-09T15:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:04:14.447+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Bolano'/><title type='text'>Amulet - Roberto Bolaño</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TSmNp5RiZrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2JshTjEs0ek/s1600/Amulet.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TSmNp5RiZrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2JshTjEs0ek/s200/Amulet.jpeg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is going to be a horror story. A story of murder, detection and horror. But it won't appear to be, for the simple reason that I am the teller. Told by me, it won't seem like that. Although, in fact, it's the story of a terrible crime&lt;/em&gt;." starts the book. The book indeed is that of horror and murder. Based on the real incident of massacre of students and the curb of the demonstration by the Mexican authorities. Bolano, does not refer to the murder directly, but the theme hover around this, coming back to the fate again and again, through the experience of Auxilio Lacouture, a Uruguan expat in Mexico city, self proclaimed " &lt;em&gt;mother of all Mexican poets&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the eventful days of students uprising, locked herself , in the "&lt;em&gt;cubicle of the ladies "lavatory on the fourth floor of the Faculty of Philosophy and Literature at the&lt;/em&gt; Universidad Nacional Autónoma in Mexico City (UNAM), &lt;em&gt;where she has been trapped by an army occupation of the campus&lt;/em&gt;", thus demonstrating a solitary protest ( according to her),she become part of the resistance by her own way. It is this eventful 12-15 days( which she does not remember exactly), that takes her through the life, half in delirium due to the solitary confinement and the tiredness due to lack of food, get us through the fable of her time during those years and that of the socio-political life in Mexico City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auxilio, came to Mexico city, from Montevideo, few years before 1968. It could be 1967 or 65 or as early as 63, she does not remember. All she know was the poets Leon Felipe and Pedro Garfias were alive ( both of them died in 1968) and she was working at their home doing odd jobs and other errands for them. It is this acquaintance with the great poets made her stake the claim of mother of all Mexican Poets. She did not have a proper job. Apart from spending her time in the taverns and coffee bars with young and wanna be poets, she works at the university, at her own will on mostly free or for occassional&amp;nbsp;wages&amp;nbsp;given on temporary work at various functions&amp;nbsp;at the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also important to know the events that happened in 1968 at Tlateloco in Mexico City. There were general unrest and agitation for larger freedom and democracy against the ruling PRI ( single party rule at that time in Mexico). On the Octover 2, 1968 students from the above mentioned university along with the rest of the liberal politicians and intellects gathered at Plaza de Tlateloco, Mexico City for a meeting. The Army surrounded the place and opened indiscriminatory fire against the agitators. More that 300 killed and many more seriously injured. There were many arrested, imprisoned and tortured , leaving behind one of the darkest days in 20th century Mexico's history. You can read more of that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tlatelolco_massacre"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auxilio, on her note confirms that she was at the University and did not witness the murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at the university on the eighteenth of September when the army occupied the campus and went around arresting and killing indiscriminately. No. Not that many people were killed at the university. That was in Tlateloco. May that name live forever in our memory ! But I was at the university when the army and the riot police came in and rounded everyone up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But on her part she still feels the pain of the sorrow, and her repeated recollections of her days at the lavatory , even after many years as late as 1974 in some of her stories. She continue to be tormented and continue to suffer from night dreams and hallucinatory visions. The last few pages, where the 'ghost-children' of Tlateloco, march in unison singing and falling off the abyss to the depth of history. She says, "&lt;em&gt;And although the song that I heard was about war, about the heroic deeds of a whole generation of young Latin Americans led to sacrifice, I knew that above and beyond all, it was about courage and mirrors, desire and pleasure&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an isolated Mexico story. Its the story of the Latin America in general, almost all of the countries going through troubled times in the 60s and early 70s. His alter ego, Aurtirito Belano, a young poet from Chile came to Mexico to live, During the times of Allende, he goes back to his native country, returning back to Mexico after he was de-throwned in a coup. Like many of his countrymen he too did not do anything apart from being a silent witness. Auxillio says "&lt;em&gt;everyone was somehow expecting him to open his mouth and give us the latest news from the Horror Zone, but he said nothing, as if what other people expected had become incomprehensible to him or he simply didn't give a shit&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bolano, also indicates that the only thing that survive beyond generations are the literary works. He predicts, the resurrection of various writers from the past having readers in the 21st and 22nd centuries while he himself was not sure of the outcome in the near future. Auxilio in her days of confinement says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The vanity of writing, the vanity of destruction. I thought, Because I wrote, I endured. I thought, Because I destroyed what I had written, they will find me, they will hit me, they will rape me, they will kill me. I thought, The two things are connected, writing and destroying, hiding and being found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many intellectuals and political figures appear in her narrative. Apart from many known Mexican Poets, she seems to have acquainted and the Italian and French artists and painters, Ernesto de Che Guevara also appears in Mexico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extremely powerful and haunting book. It is not an easy read and for majority of the pages it goes through the hallucinatory world of scattered events, people, time often jumbled and troubled as the narrator herself experience. Its very demanding read and Bolano does not explain the real motive or drive behind the fiction, making it more and more obscure. However, a strong narration and the absorbing language in line with the overall direction makes this a compelling and powerful book. Outstanding.&lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Amulet-Roberto-Bola%C3%B1o/dp/0811217469"&gt;Amulet&lt;/a&gt; ( 1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roberto_Bola%C3%B1o"&gt;Roberto Bolaño&lt;/a&gt; ( translated by Chris Andrew 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;184 Pages&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More read : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/sep/12/amulet-bolano-banville-review"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/bolanor/amulet.htm"&gt;Complete Review&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amulet_%28novel%29"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8747807251457241190?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8747807251457241190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8747807251457241190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8747807251457241190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8747807251457241190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/amulet-roberto-bolano.html' title='Amulet - Roberto Bolaño'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TSmNp5RiZrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2JshTjEs0ek/s72-c/Amulet.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-8916623681767702732</id><published>2010-12-31T20:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:38:35.474+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alessandro Baricco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Silk - Alessandro Baricco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TR3xeh_aDTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Uqyru3LYIwQ/s1600/silk.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TR3xeh_aDTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Uqyru3LYIwQ/s200/silk.jpeg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The year was 1861, Flaubert was writing Salammbo. electric light remain hypothetical, and Abraham Lincoln, beyond the ocean, was fighting a war which he was not to see finish" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hervé Joncour, is a 32 year old silk breeder from small town of Lavilledieu in Southern France, When the epidemic stuck the plants in Europe, he had to rely on supplies from Syria and other Arab countries. While the young Scientist Louis Pastuer, continued his effort to identify the cause and find remedy, Hervé Joncour continued to engage in his thriving business of importing the silk worms from these part of the world, on advise of his mentor Baldabiou. The trip usually involves 3 months of voyage through the sea and the rest on horse back across the Arab countries, returning with Silk worms tracing the path back to reach to the gates of Lavilledieu on the first Sunday of April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is during one of his discussion with Baldabiou, the discussion of Japan came in. According to Baldabiou, Japan is a country in isolation with rest of the world and every attempt to engage with them in trade was always rejected and dealt with cruelly. Japan is one of the largest producer of silk and some of the islands are rich with Silk. Thus started his adventure to travel around the world to Japan in search of the hidden treasure. He starts his journey through Austria, Germany through Eastern Europe to Ukraine, crossing Urals, through Siberia, along the borders of China to the eastern most tip of the continent. Seeking the support of Dutch smugglers, he lands in one of the remote island of Japan. It here, he meets the local henchman Hara Kei,&amp;nbsp; "the most elusive man in Japan, master of all that the world contrived to carry off the island." More than HaraKei, its the girl who rests her head on his lap, the girl whose "eyes did not have an Oriental slant", that get his attention. Apart from the intense stare, there was no contact , whatsoever with this girl. But is to her was attracted, an attraction he is not able to explain, the rejuvenation of his love, his romantic self . They do not talk, never be in physical contact, but the image of the girl with 'no oriental slant" eyes, takes him back to the islands over and over again despite the trouble and the danger of ongoing civil war in Japan. He rediscovers the romantic in himself, even though he realise that the girl is beyond his reach ( I guess in his fourth trip), which bring about changes in his personal and family life. It is at this time, he gets a letter written in beautiful Japanese Characters, posted in Belgium, that changes his life fore ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baricco uses the repetition of phrases and paragraphs, interestingly in this book. The one above is one such example. The other interesting thing is the way he describes the journey.&amp;nbsp; Over his five trips to Japan, the landscape takes a slight changes over the years. The Central Europe remain the same, but the changes starts from the eastern part of Europe, the Siberian paths, the bordering China and the wait for the pirate ship to take him to Japan. On each journey, Lake Baikal is different ( assumes different names from sea to demon). His journey changes being on foot, to horse and at the last on train. However, the arrival date remain same as first Sunday of April. There is also notable changes in his behavior to his wife and the surroundings. We understand that the couple does not have children and do not have the best of relationships. However, after each journey, there is changes in their relationship, to the last pages even after the 'beans are spilled'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blurb, says it as a erotic tour de force, and I am not sure why. Except for his attraction to the non-interactive lady of the Japanese Henchman, which pulls him back to the place often, and the so called in-comprehensive letter with Japanese Character which the old lady of the brothel translates ( which the vulgar more than being erotic or sensual), there isn't anything to call this as an erotic. Yes, there is an under current of slight sensuality, very subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the angle of a&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minimalism"&gt; minimalist literature&lt;/a&gt;, this book is interesting. Beautifully written and cleverly deployed plots. More than what is written,&amp;nbsp; what is left makes it a better reading. The curiosity is maintained through out and finished pretty well. The book was having rave reviews and I can understand why. It indeed was a good read ( and a short one at 91 pages), but is not extra ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silk-Alessandro-Baricco/dp/0375703829"&gt;Silk&lt;/a&gt; ( 1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alessandro_Baricco"&gt;Alessandro Baricco&lt;/a&gt; ( translated from Italian by Guido Waldman 1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage International&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 234&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silk_%28novel%29"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-8916623681767702732?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8916623681767702732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=8916623681767702732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8916623681767702732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/8916623681767702732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/silk-alessandro-baricco.html' title='Silk - Alessandro Baricco'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TR3xeh_aDTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Uqyru3LYIwQ/s72-c/silk.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3538090954497637029</id><published>2010-12-29T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:09:42.181+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Allison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Bastard Out of Carolina - Dorothy Allison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TRtH8qaggwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lVK1REgUHCI/s1600/Bastard+out+of+Carolina.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TRtH8qaggwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lVK1REgUHCI/s200/Bastard+out+of+Carolina.jpeg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came to know about this book in one of the discussion on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_literature"&gt;Southern Literature&lt;/a&gt;. It was during that time, this book caught my eye in one of the used book sale stall. It was otherwise difficult to get these books in India. Southern Literature, from the the states&amp;nbsp; of Texas to Carolinas. These states have many things in common, from civil war , the fight against slavery and the reconstruction of the union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An semi-autobiographical novel written by Dorothy Allison, takes us through the early childhood life of&amp;nbsp; Anne Ruth ( called as 'Bone'). Book opens with the details of her birth. Her fifteen year old mother gave birth to the daughter after a serious car accident. She was named after her eldest aunt Ruth and was nicknamed 'Bone' on some comment made by one of her cousins. Her mother's attempt to get her birth certificate made was turned out to be a failure after she could not prove her marital status. As a result, the certificate declares the girl "illegitimate". She continued her effort with the authorities for the next two years, but the result was same, apart from some ridiculing talks by her co-workers. At the age of 17, she marries another man and produces another child with him. But he too did not last long, succumbs to a vehicle accident.&amp;nbsp; She again falls in love with Glen Waddel, the youngest son of a rich Dairy trader, and after two years courtship, marries him at an age of 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen, initially take to the liking of the kids, soon taking liberties on them. Bone, was at the receiving end of his physical and sexual abuses. After Anney delivered a still baby, unable to conceive any more, the attacks become regular. The fate turns against them as Glen looses his job, unable to control his behaviour. His anger against himself and his failures in getting a decent job,&amp;nbsp; makes him turns against the girl. The atrocities of the step father did not go unnoticed, as the closed-knit family of Bone comes to know this and Glen was physically handled by her uncles. Anney stay out of Glen with her kids for some time, but the family reconcile soon. The atrocities continue and for the second time Anney moves out with her kids but an angry Glen break into the house of her aunt and rapes Bone, blaming her for the break up and her mother's anger towards him. Anney comes to fetch the girl witnessing the scene and leave the place after taking the girl to the doctor, She leave the town forever, after meeting the girl one last time, handing her a genuine birth certificate, which does not have the 'illegitimate' stamp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boatwright family clan is very entertaining , men with their drinking, fighting and womanizing and the women with their loose life and stubbornness. In spite of their differences, there is a strong relationship within the clan, often jump into the support of the fellow member. The reaction and responses are often extreme, and they are thus known for their notoriety. It is the same members come to the rescue of the young girl and take revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her part the mother is one who endures all. The need for love and support on one side, but her own love to her daughter on the other side, makes her to loose both in the end. The girl is impassive on her own suffering, but is more concerned about the mothers plight. She even advise the mother to go back to her father, because she needs it, but refuses to join them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to write from the child's point of view and the language. In many of the novel's I've read, the voice is inconsistent and the writer sneak in with his voice. But in this book, it was consistently brilliant and appropriate. While I do not think this is a great work of fiction, it indeed had some beautiful paragraphs and literary brilliance. Dorothy Allison, personal history is almost similar to the protagonist of this story. A fifteen year old mother, abusive step father and the like, hence the intensity of writing is very high through out. Sensitive, moving and intensive book. Good work of fiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bastard-Out-Carolina-Dorothy-Allison/dp/0452269571"&gt;Bastard Out of Carolina&lt;/a&gt; ( 1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Allison"&gt;Dorothy Allison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plume Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;309 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Allison"&gt;Wiki entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3538090954497637029?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3538090954497637029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3538090954497637029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3538090954497637029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3538090954497637029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/bastard-out-of-carolina-dorothy-allison.html' title='Bastard Out of Carolina - Dorothy Allison'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TRtH8qaggwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lVK1REgUHCI/s72-c/Bastard+out+of+Carolina.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-2925315236020480614</id><published>2010-12-27T23:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:32:56.992+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian English Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kunal Basu'/><title type='text'>The Opium Clerk - Kunal Basu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TRjOmpw_mKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PCFmF9OGzP8/s1600/The+opium+Clerk.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TRjOmpw_mKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PCFmF9OGzP8/s200/The+opium+Clerk.jpeg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Opium trade in Asia was one of the major business controlled by Britishers. The famous Anglo- Chinese &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opium_Wars"&gt;Opium War&lt;/a&gt; as a result of Chinese control over the British Opium Trade practices. Though Chinese lost the war, the trade continue to suffer both financial and diplomatic cooperation between the two nations. The Britishers continue to import opium from Indian soil, through various traders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hiren , born in the year of Indian Mutiny, lost his father before he turned 1, killed in an accident run-over by horses in the park. His mother came back to her family in Calcutta from Patna. Young Hiren, now under the direct influence from his progressive uncle. It is here he developed his special ability of reading palms. His modern education and ability to adapt landed him at a job of Clerk at an auction house run by the mysterious Britisher Jonathan Crabbe. The company involved in dubious trade of Opium to other parts of the world. Soon, Hiren was invited to the house of Crabbe, for teaching him Sanskrit. Asked to help in adopting a child for the opium addicted wife of Crabbe, Hiren and his friend goes through the slums of Calcutta. Little did he knew that this is going to change his life forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second part takes him on a long voyage to China to assist his employers in setting up their base withthe help of local viceroy. hiren find himslef being witness to the cruel massacre of the resistance forces by the British supported local ruler. The third and last part makes a forward leap to the adopted son in the remote Indonesian island, as an official of customs at its ports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The writing is fascinating and Kunal is able to take us through the life of Hiren from the orthodox Brahmin family to the complex and notorious trade of narcotics, from the shores of Calcutta to Hongkong and South China. Often put in the middle of the conflicts, Hiren, introduced an Indian Prince was requested to get in the dangerous game of getting the rebels and the rulers in the path of surrender. The fate made him the silent spectator of the mass murder of many under the British and Chinese rulers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The language is very vivid and descriptive and the subject is interesting. This is my second book of Kunal Basu. He is a good writer, with flowing language and very visual style of writing. Each topic developed from the historical events and expanded within its logical extensions. However, this book does not appear to me in completeness. Especially the continuity. The third part somehow did not connect with the narrative. And I am disappointed again with this one. Though this book is more popular, I think The miniaturist was a better book.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Opium-Clerk-Kunal-Basu/dp/0753813394"&gt;The Opium Clerk&lt;/a&gt; ( 2008 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kunalbasu.com/"&gt;Kunal Basu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper Collins, India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;309 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 295&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More Read : &lt;a href="http://www.mcgill.ca/reporter/34/01/basu/"&gt;McGill Reporter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-2925315236020480614?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2925315236020480614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=2925315236020480614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2925315236020480614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2925315236020480614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/opium-clerk-kunal-basu.html' title='The Opium Clerk - Kunal Basu'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TRjOmpw_mKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PCFmF9OGzP8/s72-c/The+opium+Clerk.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-3509506437466911521</id><published>2010-12-18T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:55:04.610+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philip Jeyaretnam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Abraham's Promise - Philip Jeyaretnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQztj_b7hXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yl3n800VuwU/s1600/Abraham%2527s+promise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQztj_b7hXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yl3n800VuwU/s200/Abraham%2527s+promise.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking the phrase from the biblical tale, Philip Jeyaretnam brings out a good novel about a man's struggle in the independent Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abraham Isaac, a Singaporean Tamil with his ancestral roots to Jaffna in Sri Lanka, lives through the transformation of the country after its struggle with the Britishers and Japanese. Like most of his contemporaries, he too was active in the country's journey to an independent nation, writing articles on self rule, pouring out his ideas and aspirations of a new nation. However, to his dismay, and to many of the others, he realises that the direction of the power and the rulers aren't aligned to their hopes. Though he was part of the political system and his party rose the the power of the country, he continued his efforts in the nation building with his article in the Strait Times. One of such article, wasn't accepted well with his own party bosses, resulting in removal of his license to teach ( for being a bad influence on pupil) and loosing the job. Now, left to earn his living only through private tuition, he looses his close friend and his wife to the friend. The novel begins with Old Abraham, managing to find a lone student for Latin, boy of a rich new world family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book starts of very ordinary, even till the midway through I was wondering why was this called such a good book. A typical old man's reminiscence of his life and the typical contempt for all that new and modern. The usual complaints of the new generation and the system, his inabilities to be in sync with the new world, and all that. However, as I progressed through the pages, the images that came out in front is very different. On a relatively plain and simple narratives, a profound work of literature is hidden, revealing subtly to the keen readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His sour taste of all that he had endured is evident in his perceived contempt to the new time, new ways of living and new ways of learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I don't understand all these new restaurants, all these new tastes. No wonder young people are so confused today. They don't grow up on a steady diet . . . so they lack a clear reference point -- Jaffna cooking, Cantonese, whatever. It's just a jumble . . . Thai, French, hamburgers. No wonder everyone is so confused."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Victor smiles: an amused, tolerant and patronising smile. No one takes an old man seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Singapore as a society is multi cultural and multi ethnic. The influence of British Rule continue to linger in the society even after being a free . The citizen's of the new state is politically free, but how much of that is experienced by the cross section. As Abraham puts it , &lt;em&gt;"I am not nor will ever be truly free. Why is it that I still feel this is a battle I might have won, when surely it was lost centuries ago?"&lt;/em&gt; It is this dilemma, the personal and political experience that Jeyaretnam brings out beautifully in this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abraham Isaac, is always been on the wrong side of luck. Loosing his girlfriend to a Britisher in his young days, later loosing his job for his political views, his childhood friend, his wife and later his son ( or his love) , he endures them all not as a strong man, but one common man amongst us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The style is very standard, the language is plain, the structure is not unusual though he deploys the multi period story intermixed effectively, and the story is straight. Inspite all this the book leaves a good impression with you for the strong underlying emotion. Even when everything goes wrong for his, Abraham is able to maintain his sanity and his self esteem. Philip Jeyaretnam, on his part get Abraham the character, the language, the sly humor and the voice aligned perfectly well. A very haunting novel, effectively written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS : This edition comes with a very bad front cover. The cover should do justice to the book. &lt;/div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Abrahams-promise-Philip-Jeyaretnam/dp/9812045155"&gt;Abraham's Promise&lt;/a&gt; ( 1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Jeyaretnam"&gt;Philip Jeyaretnam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal Cavendish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162 Pages&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;More Read : &lt;a href="http://www.postcolonialweb.org/poldiscourse/yang/2.html"&gt;Post Colonial Web&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://eprints.usq.edu.au/2356/1/Wicks_Jeya1.pdf"&gt;USQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-3509506437466911521?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3509506437466911521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=3509506437466911521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3509506437466911521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/3509506437466911521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/abrahams-promise-philip-jeyaretnam.html' title='Abraham&apos;s Promise - Philip Jeyaretnam'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQztj_b7hXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yl3n800VuwU/s72-c/Abraham%2527s+promise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-6217706904203133534</id><published>2010-12-11T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:47:31.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philip Pullman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ - Philip Pullman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQMlcjOkBCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kljBjnDyw6w/s1600/The+goodman+Jesus.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQMlcjOkBCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kljBjnDyw6w/s200/The+goodman+Jesus.jpeg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...But this is the tragedy; without the story, there will be no church, and without the church, Jesus will be forgotten... Oh, Martha, I don't know what I should do.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' You should eat your supper', said Martha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Part of the myth series published by Canongate, this book by Philip Pullman is already making some news. Looking at the most retold story of Jesus Christ, in a different angle, Pullman offers his version of the story. The back cover insists that "this is a story".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" I've always been fascinated by the two parts of the name of Jesus Christ, and by the difference between them. Another thing that's interested me for a long time is the way in which the Christian church began to formulate its beliefs and establish a canon of scripture: there were many more gospels than four, but why were those four chosen and others left out? When did Paul begin to write his epistles? Was what he said different from what the gospels say? Do the gospels even agree with one another? Was there a difference between Jesus and Christ? My version of the Jesus story doesn't attempt to solve these questions, but I hope readers will find it interesting " - &lt;a href="http://www.philip-pullman.com/pages/news/index.asp?NewsID=39"&gt;from his website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary, young girl married off to an old carpenter Joseph. Joseph left the young Mary at home and was often away with his job. It was during this time a messenger came to her and told her about the divine life that is going to take shape in her womb. She was worried about the controversy, being pregnant while Joseph is away. As we all know, when the time arrived, fearing the rulers anger, Joseph takes his wife on a journey to Egypt and the give birth to Jesus in a make shift shed amongst the animals . Here is the twist to the story. Mary gave birth to twins, one was Jesus and the other Christ. The angels and the other omen pointed out Christ as the saviour of mankind. Jesus grew typical to any young boy, strong ,often naughty and hardly showing any signs of intelligence. Christ on the other hand was thin and frail, showing early signs of maturity and intellect. During the adolescent days Jesus runs away from home, and it was Christ who manages to bring him back with reasoning. The early stages of miracles were demonstrated by Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, towards baptism by John, there were changes in Jesus. He left home and spent time in the forest praying and identifying himself. As the rest of the story goes, Jesus now have a followers of himself. It was Christ who advises him on the importance of performing miracles, the need of healing the ills, the need to preach. During this time an angel in the form of stranger make an appearance to Christ and ask him to document all that is done by Jesus. Christ, follows Jesus without his knowledge and writes down all that is spoken and performed. At place where he cant reach, one of the disciple help him by recounting the events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest is known to all. The growing popularity of Jesus is not welcomed by the authorities. To their dismay, Christ defeats the arguments of the Law makers at multiple times. His followers belongs to every walk of life, from whores to taxmen to the people of meagre means. Unlike the biblical story, it was Christ who betray Jesus here, Of course under the instruction form the angel. The crucification and the resurrections are then described in very realistic terms , may not be to the agreement of the believers. It was Christ , who appears in front of Mary of Magdela and to the disciples. It was his version that then discussed and spread amongst the believers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I am not a great fan of such novels. It leaves a lot for debates and discussions and the freedom of the writer to deviate from the known story. This book too suffers from the influence of the original. The necessity to abide by the flow of incidents that is of importance, but the need to include in his version of narration, it looses some of the initial steam in middle. However, he finishes this brilliantly. I found the passages of Jesus contemplating his actions and their results, and his doubts on the God and the role he has to play, written beautifully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast read, large size print ( lesser strain to your eyes) and short chapters make it easy to finish. Very average book, except a few brilliant passage and two twist to the tale ( the twins and the concet of Christ betraying Jesus). If you are interested in these kind of books, I would recommend Nobel Laureate, Jose Saramago's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gospel-According-Jesus-Christ/dp/0156001411/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1292051721&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Gospel According to Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt; to this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The Good Man Jesus and The scoundrel Christ ( 2010 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Pullman"&gt;Philip Pullman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Viking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;245 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 499&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other Revirews: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Good_Man_Jesus_and_the_Scoundrel_Christ"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/apr/04/scoundrel-christ-pullman-review"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-6217706904203133534?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6217706904203133534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=6217706904203133534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6217706904203133534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/6217706904203133534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-man-jesus-and-scoundrel-christ.html' title='The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ - Philip Pullman'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQMlcjOkBCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kljBjnDyw6w/s72-c/The+goodman+Jesus.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-2954219680174694998</id><published>2010-12-11T08:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:51:10.727+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><title type='text'>Poory Made in China -  Paul Midler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQLuBnzQgUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZKPFSzmQb_A/s1600/Poorly+Made+in+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQLuBnzQgUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZKPFSzmQb_A/s200/Poorly+Made+in+China.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Known as the world's factory, China is the epicentre of every manufacturing activities of the universe. China's undisputed growth to the leader of the manufacturing had been carefully and methodicaly orchastrated over the past 30 years. There are many economic and financial studies available on this exponential growth, most of them written by academics. However, there aren't many that gives us the inside story of the phenomenon. Paul Midler, who spent a large part of his early career in South China - the hub of the manufacturing activities- tells us a story of the typical manufacturing business and their relationship with the western world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Off shore manufacturing is now inevitable for every business, if they want to remain in business and be profitable. Midler, stationed at Guangzhou, working for various US and European corporates as their consultant, takes us through the interesting journey of his experiences with some of the manufacturing companies and their clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the initial question which pops up the mind of the readers is why China. ? Many of the other south Asian economies are equally competitive if not cheaper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"One of the questions many were asking was: Why China? Why weren't importers looking to other markets ? The answer most often given was the low cost of labor, but that was only part of it; factory labor in other economies was actually cheaper. Speed and convenience were two other important areas where China performed particularly well."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He also says ( with a soft 'below the belt' remark on India ) the difference between Chinese approach to the business and interaction with foreigners to that of some of the other economies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"China was exotic, but it was not bizarre. Chinese did not dress in native costumes, they wore no headdresses or long robes, they did not go around in sandals. They did not have the habit of sitting on the floor. Chinese did not bow or require that visitor make unfamiliar hand gestures, and the people were pleasantly irreligious...The Chinese were traditional, but not fanatical. They did not paint their faces or tattoo or pierce their bodies. Such colorful native traditions made for interesting tourism, but people or business were not vacationers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Getting into the thick of the action, he explains some of the methods used by Chinese Manufacturers to win business. As one of his client wondered, how are they manage to produce them so cheap. Its only later he realise the terrain he is getting into. To win business, the enterpreuners are willing to go to any extend. However, once the manufacturing contract is signed, the ball is now on the importers court. The original specification is often tampered with , without any consultation and confirmation from the client. It starts with the packaging, the quality of the bottles used, the measure and quality deviations, etc. Quality cost then passed on to the importer. The importer is now in a fix. Sitting on a larger order from the retail chain in the US, he is now forced to concede. Any changes to the original plan is to be paid by the importer. By now, the manufacturer has already know the 'product specification' and can be reproduced on his own. He could eve by pass the importer and deal with the retail chains directly. The game of one up-manship continues until the importer concedes and often goes out of business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of the smarter ones gets into a joint venture agreement with their Chinese counter parts. This is often turns out to be a bigger mess. Invariably loosing money in the JV, while the local manufacturer continue to build newer factories at the expense of is global JV partner, it usually ends in bitter separation.The local authorities and the law aren't very supportive, hence most of the fooled ones wind up their operations and return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are issues of counterfeit, the perennial issue of quality, the arrogant attitude once the business is secured, managing the books of accounts, the fear of bypassing the importer; issues are many. "Chinese manufacturing had serious issues, and these were not very well understood while looking at them from a great distance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, why is that the world is still going to China for manufacturing. Mostly because, there is no alternative. Moreover, it is now globally accepted that goods made in China is the cheapest. As he mentions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If an item was quoted at 65c and made in the USA, the buyer figured it could be purchased somewhere cheaper. When the same product was quoted 65c and was said to have been made in China, the buyer figured it could not be found for any less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The extra focus and development in the manufacturing leaves lot of the other areas a lot to be desired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At one time, China had a reputation for innovation, having invented paper, gunpowder and the compass; but in more recent centuries, that spark of discovery was replaced by an instinct for copying - not just technologies, but also entire business model".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He says this model is not sustainable. "&lt;em&gt;No economy could ever win a race by merely catching the wind off another's sail.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having said all this, where are they headed. Midler says, over the years it will be difficult to sustain the same level of growth. Domestic consumption is heralded as one of the alternate growth story. There are other political and economical issues and related tensions between states. But there is no change expected in the near future. On a long run, Milder says it could be "&lt;em&gt;The rise and fall of China ?"..."More like the rise and stall of China"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very very interesting read, very curious for me as an Indian. Fast paced, funny and and easy read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Poorly-Made-China-Insiders-Production/dp/0470405589"&gt;Poorly Made in China&lt;/a&gt; ( 2010 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulmidler.com/"&gt;Paul Midler &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wiley &amp;amp; Sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;242 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs 395&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other read : &lt;a href="http://knowledge.insead.edu/contents/manufacturing-china-midler-100312.cfm"&gt;INSEAD&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.danwei.org/china_books/poorly_made_in_china_by_paul_m.php"&gt;Danwei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33166111-2954219680174694998?l=kpjayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2954219680174694998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33166111&amp;postID=2954219680174694998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2954219680174694998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33166111/posts/default/2954219680174694998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpjayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/poory-made-in-china-paul-midler.html' title='Poory Made in China -  Paul Midler'/><author><name>Jayan Parameswaran</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108499039646941774071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TQLuBnzQgUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZKPFSzmQb_A/s72-c/Poorly+Made+in+China.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33166111.post-1782598276914484690</id><published>2010-11-28T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:07:24.087+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malayalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benyamin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Aatujeevitham - Benyamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TPIwoxAHThI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0Apshvex1q0/s1600/aatujeevitham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7618cAjYfE/TPIwoxAHThI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0Apshvex1q0/s1600/aatujeevitham.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There hadn't been many novel that caught the readers attention in the recent years as this one. Many have been recommending this to me over the last one year. It is only now, that I could get hold of a copy. This book was again in news after it won the prestigious &lt;a href="http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/source/XXXIII/053/pdf/page06.pdf"&gt;Kerala Sahitya Academy Award&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fictional account of a real life story of Najeeb, one of the millions of Keralites in the Middle East. Like many , Najeeb was also offered a Visa to go to the Gulf by one of his friends relatives. The relatively large sum of 30000 was managed with the help of well wishers and friends, and he reach Saudi Arabia, leaving behind his anytime expecting wife and mother. Hakeem, a young boy from nearby town to his company. The wait at the airport was long, and the Arbab ( his sponsor) did not turn up at the arrival terminal. The wait was long, until they saw an old, almost into pieces, truck arrive and the driver jumps out. They were put behind the open truck, without any communication and drove out of the city and the crowd into the wilderness of sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the midst of the desert with no visible places of habitat, they were dropped at two separate places. It was night and the stench coming out of the place was unbearable. The rest is one very disturbing tale of survival. Forced to look after goats and camels, with near nothing to eat and no proper accommodation, The only other human, who was at the place while when he arrived, went missing the next day ( it was much later, he discovers the bones and
