Each book on my shelves holds a memory for me. A memory that is separate from the story that book told me : one reminds me of where I was when I boughEach book on my shelves holds a memory for me. A memory that is separate from the story that book told me : one reminds me of where I was when I bought it; the other, who I was with; there are those that hold memories of realities I chose to escape while reading them;there is the one that reminds me where I lost a copy of the same book.....
"The Kite Runner" brings forth a mental chuckle as I remember the startled bartender of The Marmalade at The Grove and the extra spicy Bloody Mary on the house! ( I had about twenty odd pages left to finish the book and was tearing through them while waiting for a friend at a restaurant. Finish it, I did, but not before I alarmed the bartender with my leaky eyes!!)
The Kite Runner was simple and powerful. Lovingly fleshed-out.
A Thousand Splendid Suns was annoying. Contrived.
I read "And The Mountains Echoed" with a certain amount of trepidation. On one hand I was hoping the third time might prove to be the charm for Mr. Hosseini, on the other I did not want to burden the book with expectation.
I did not love the book. I did not hate it either. It was an easy read, but I will not read it again.
The book bewildered me. There are occasional bouts of the Hosseini magic interspersed with hasty storytelling. It is almost as if the author had many good stories to tell, a number of fascinating characters in his repertoire and he tried to put them all in one book. One barely has time to sink one's teeth into a narrative before he/she is dragged into another. The author tries to thread them together through generations and continents - at times tenuously - but the patchiness is hard to disguise.
Did Khaled Hosseini quarrel with his characters mid way through conception? He develops them with loving care to a point and then seems to lose interest in them. Infact it is only near the end that a couple of the narratives move towards conclusions.
To my surprise even the core of all his books - Afghanistan - is not given the love it previously received from Mr. Hosseini.
I did not hate the book. I did not love it either.
Much like a well made biryani without seasoning. ...more
Dan Brown is running out of gas. It took an excruciatingly long time for him to get from 0 to 60...and then after that he got a flat.
In "Angels and DDan Brown is running out of gas. It took an excruciatingly long time for him to get from 0 to 60...and then after that he got a flat.
In "Angels and Demons" and to a certain extend in "Da vinci Code", he weaves his nuggets of wisdom in the tale - in "Inferno" it feels like, he hits the pause button to show off his knowledge of trivia....at times, over and over again.
Any reader will tire of his chasing his own tail, in this book. One can see his plot so much earlier than the super brainy " eidetic" Langdon can...and it frustrating!!
As always, Robert Landon runs around like a mad man for a day to save the world. While he does this he has enough to describe all of Europe to a reader - and not in a good way. To a person who is directionally challenged - south west of something means nothing....and when the writer goes on and on about each step they take and in which direction....oh vey!!
The story never gets off the ground. Unlike his previous books, there is no delicious sense of evil. Infact one ends up agreeing with the villian. Not just that, the story goes arond in so many dizzying and boring circles, that by the end of the book, one is just glad that its all over.
One final bicker...how banal is Dan Brown's writing? My prime example is when Dr. Langdon is looking at Dante's death mask, he "made a mental note to double the SPF of his sunscreen"!!!!
I was chuffed to find a signed copy of Manil Suri's book at the Jaipur Literary Festival. Chuffed because his first was actually good, his second wasI was chuffed to find a signed copy of Manil Suri's book at the Jaipur Literary Festival. Chuffed because his first was actually good, his second was not so good but I trusted him to get his groove back with the last of his triumvirate.
I am surprised by the raving jacket cover endorsements. This is a boring book. There is no character development. The story has no coherence. It is a bad book. Very bad book. When I begin to look at how many pages I have left to finish a book ( not in a good way) while into ten pages of a book, is bad.
Manil Suri, you need to re-visit your days of "vishu" - this is the last book from you that I spend money on....more