"இவை என் எழுத்துப் பிரயாசையில் நான் கோர்த்த ஜோடனைகள் அல்ல. தற்செயலில் செவியில் பட்டு, நினைவில் தைத்து, தைத்த இடத்தில் தங்கி, 'விண், விண், விண்...' குளவிகள்"
A little reader observation - Whenever as a reader, I read the written words, my brain projects it into the character and the voice you hear it in is a variant of your own. This book stands out since even when you read it out loud, your brain refuses to make any claims to the words which it knows it can never match as yours. The book is life, soul and spirit La.Sa.Ra.
The vignettes from the life of La.Sa.Ra, his tangential takes and view points, his meandering chapters and an arrogance which is naked in the words - you cannot love this man. As he claims he is a 'Sol Upasakar' (Oracle of the written word?) his words landing and playing with the spaces on the page. The clarity, the reverberations in each and every chapter is unmistakable and final.
By the time you are done with the book, you are not sure you know La.Sa.Ra the person, but you do know about the people he writes about - about Bhagavandas, Anna (his father), his mother. He goes to great depths to establish them in the minds of the reader and at times leave them as lumps in your throat. The chapters around deaths of people were morose.
It took me a long time to finish the book but I did not want it to end. I had goosebumps reading the tamil at multiple places - the sounds vibrating in your innermost depths of being. To be honest, there were words I did not even understand reading them again and again to make sense, but that just added to the resonance. You know how you can lose yourself in the music even if the song is in some other language. This is similar and I can't express it in words.
I started it as a BR with Kavitha and Prem - but thanks to my poor multitasking, I am the last man standing. Special thanks to Vimal for recommending the book to me.