Finally, I have finished reading The Grapes of Wrath. It was my second Steinbeck book after Of Mice and Men. For anyone who has been following this blog, you would know that I have been reading this book for over four months now. It took a great while, but as I mention to fellow book... Continue Reading →
I've read hardly 2 books in almost a year now. My reading has been interspersed with leafing through essays and more essays. However, fiction, just 2. The upside is that one of them was a book of absolute genius. I would write an 'On Reading...' post for the author, however, I must admit that I've... Continue Reading →
I've just finished reading Dubliners by James Joyce. When I picked up this collection of short stories, it was to discover for myself what the whole deal about Joyce really was. Alternatively, it was also because I thought reading short stories was taking the baby step to reading Ulysses. When I was reading the first... Continue Reading →
People can be divided into two categories; too many times over. They can be divided into bad or good, believers or non-believers, white or black, men or women. But when all the venn diagrams of categorizations are exhausted we realise that no two people can be together in all categories at all times. For the... Continue Reading →
There is more than just one relationship one can have with a book. What one takes away from a book is noteworthy and much discussed, but what one brings to a book is far less acknowledged. More often than not, one approaches a book with expectations; to be enchanted, enthralled, entertained, emancipated and even educated.... Continue Reading →
I just finished reading Mirza Ghalib: A Biographical Scenario by Gulzar. There is a lingering sadness that the book came to an end. However, there is also a fulfilling warmth inside. It was a beautiful journey. It was so calming that Time walked with me hand in hand and we were glad to have each others' company.... Continue Reading →
You know what I think it is about ‘references’ and ‘recommendations’? They have just one shot at getting their foot in the door and then, from thereon they have to walk the whole journey based on how much substance they’ve got!
When I picked Kathryn Stockett‘s bestseller,The Help, it was nothing more then a reference to me from the 84th Academy Awards when they nominated it for Best Picture and presented it with the Best Supporting Actress award. Although I had given up on picking a book that I couldn’t put down, they hadn’t given up on me. The Help is a story about dreams, more than anything. Set in the town Jackson, Mississippi of 1962 it tells the stories (as opposed to story) of the women who live there each day hoping that their lives will change but never grumble about it. The narration of The…
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(FC = Fight Club) You're in office. Your boss hands you reports to analyze. You've been reading FC while you could. Your boss, your girlfriend, the coffee machine; all of them are like bees buzzing outside your head. Last night you weren't in town. No one knows that. Last night you were in town. Everyone... Continue Reading →
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