The Princess Bride

The Princess Bride 
  - William Goldman

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I started with a rating of 4 stars, but eventually settled for 3. I had read such glorious praises of this book that had set my expectations really high. I waited to read this for a long time, but the price of the book never went down. Finally, having acquired a kindle recently, I settled for the ebook, which though still relatively higher priced, was about half the price of the paperback.

I must say that it was non-stop good fun – very entertaining with all the usual tropes of a fairy tale, but related in a very witty manner. In fact, I think it is his sharp wit, that keeps a reader more than amused, and makes it worth reading. His usage of the story-within-a-story device is a novel concept (at least to me) – he presents this book to the reader as an abridged version of a very well-known classic, which no-one bothers to read now (for good reason, which the author keeps indicating in asides). However, after a while, I grew bored of his (tall?) tales of his dealings with the publisher and the movie producers – something like too much of a good thing. He has sketched his characters in a completely stereotypical manner, quite intentionally, I think. Yet, I loved them all – the good and the evil – with the exception of the princess. Call it a feminist rant, but the damsel-in-distress with little intelligence and spunk couldn’t win me over, even if she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Inkredia - Luwan of Brida

Inkredia - Luwan of Brida
  - Sarang Mahajan

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Note: I was offered a copy by the publisher in exchange of an honest review

I must confess that when the publisher approached me to review the book (through Goodreads), I was a bit excited, even though I could see that they had approached a number of people and I was in no way special. Yet, I first checked out what it was about (nope, not even the offer of a free book is enough to commit to the time and effort required for reading and reviewing). It seemed quite interesting – a thrilling journey set in a fantasy world. Moreover, it is heartening to see Indian writers venturing into different genres, and it looked like the kind of story that can elicit a wider response beyond Indian readers.

Once I started reading it, I finished it in a few hours (thanks to a mid-week holiday with no other demands on my time). It is an entertaining fantasy tale, complete with sorcerers and fantastic creatures, magic, talismans, and an unknowing, simple-minded person thrown into the midst of a dark and dangerous quest.

My usual style of “review” does not give a synopsis of the story, I feel any interested person can gather it from the book blurb, and if not, there are several other reviews that summarize the plot. I tend to write more about what thoughts I had in mind while reading the book, and what were the things that interested me or frustrated me. Once in a while, I do add a brief summary, to help a reader make sense of what I am going to say.

Inkredia is a vast, powerful empire, and the protagonist, Luwan, is a 17-year old boy, living in its remote mountain village called Brida. It is an inhospitable land, ruled by a cruel, tyrant lord named Gruwak. Luwan’s parents are dead, and his only family now is his elder sister Meg. On her deathbed, his mother gave him two heirlooms – a red book, and a black pendant with a silver spiral. Unable to pay the tax demanded by Gruwak, Luwan rebels, and then, fearing for their lives, he and his sister flee the village, taking nothing but his heirlooms and the little money Meg has saved. There is more to it, of course, than meets the eye, and soon he is embroiled deep into mysteries that he has no time to give thought to – chased by powerful and merciless Ghork Riders, he is too busy fighting for his life.

The story appears to have drawn some inspiration from other classic fantasy books. Lord of the Rings inspiration is indicated by the similarity in the way places are named, and the lead characters are addressed. Ghork riders specifically bear a resemblance to the Nazgul, and “nashques” to “the rings”. Though this is not necessarily a negative, and not just for the fact that LOTR is not everyone’s cup of tea. The Red Book is somewhat reminiscent of Tom Riddle’s diary, and coming face to face with legendary characters only heard in childhood stories reminds me of Tales of Beedle the Bard. Yet, Inkredia has its own flavor, it creates a world of its own, and a fast paced, engaging narrative. The flow is smooth, and in spite of the inspiration, the build-up is imaginative. It sets up the stage for subsequent books nicely, creating an interest with mysteries laid out and a premonition of evil looming ahead.

I think it can be quite appealing to middle graders, who are ready for a thrilling, if gory, adventure, but not mature enough for a highly complex universe like LOTR. For a relatively mature reader, it can be a light, enjoyable read, but not with the same kind of appeal. The style is simplistic, at times with redundant statements. I would consider it a YA fantasy, but even so, it can be made crisper. A discerning reader would find that the author “tells” us things, rather than “show”. Consider this – “Klaurus took a fistful of bone dust from his pocket and sprinkled it into the goblet, then sang a long and dark incantation”. If it was LOTR, for example, instead of “sang a long and dark incantation”, we would actually have a page or so of a song with a dark foreboding, not fully understandable in high likelihood. It also appears that the author has written with a screen adaptation in mind – on one page I counted three “fade-out” scenes :D

One great shortcoming, I felt, was that for the kind of fantasy that this is (or aims to be), the main protagonist(s) are weak character(s), showing little initiative of their own. In the early stages, they need to depend on their friend Narjo, and thereafter, they almost entirely bank on Kiliarn’s skills. While Luwan demonstrates bravery at several points, his sister Meg shows very few strengths. She is a typical damsel-in-distress for most part, and her cowardice puts others at grave risk. However, this is only the first part of the series, and I hope that the characters will evolve in the sequels.

Some things left me baffled – The Red Book had considerable significance in the first half, even though its manifestation was very simplistic (the riddles didn’t really seem puzzling). However, it didn’t have any mention in the second half. The dream that Luwan has, in the beginning of the story, is not explained (at least not yet), and it’s not clear whether the event actually took place in an alternative universe, or whether it was a foreboding. The latter may be addressed in later books, but the former can’t be undone.

Ideally, I shouldn’t have had to mention it, but I am glad to say that this is very well edited compared to other debut works by Indian authors I have come across. All in all, a promising start, and I do hope that the plot and style will evolve along the series.

The Other Boleyn Girl

The Other Boleyn Girl 
  - Philippa Gregory

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Though I am always interested in history of countries and civilizations, I have to admit that my awareness in this regard is very limited. Apart from the history of India, read as a part of curriculum as well as several story books, perhaps the only other topic I have read quite a few books and articles on is WW2. Thus it is that I haven’t had much exposure to the history of monarchs and dynasties of England. I have, of course, heard/read bits about them, and these, combined with the praises I have been hearing about this book, had intrigued me for a while. This book had been on my wishlist for a very long time, and I finally got a chance to read it last week (after it spent nearly 7 months on my shelf, but in a very august company).

It lived up to the promise – despite its length (520 pages of small font), it kept me hooked, even though I had a rough idea of the story. I also liked the language – it gives the story a distinct air of the past, but is not archaic like the Victorian era works which I find very difficult to read. The atmosphere of the courts in the medieval times is brought vividly alive – the grandeur and the luxuries, whims and tyranny of kings and queens, shallow facades and empty words of the courtiers and friends, greed and sycophancy, high politics and low ethics. The story, as related by Philippa Gregory, weaves a rich tapestry of life of royalty and nobility – full of wealth and pleasure, but a life that is precariously balanced on the favor of the kings and queens. It gloriously depicts the madness inflicted by ambition or the need for survival in this world - where the royals are quick to please and easy to offend, their favor enhancing one’s power and wealth, their disfavor robbing one of everything, including their life.

For the initial one-fourth of the book, I could not help comparing it with the Taj trilogy, of which I have read two books that chronicle the life of Nurjahan - ‘The Twentieth Wife’ and ‘The Feast of Roses’ (perhaps the only other historical fiction I have read about ruling kings, which could also be the reason for comparison and similarities I found). In both cases, the king/prince falls for a woman married to one of his courtiers, even though in the case of the Mughal prince, his marital status was not an impediment, though that if his beloved was. Both were spoiled and whimsical (as perhaps all kings are), and weak in character. Both the stories had a prospective heir (in one case, the son of a mistress, in other, that of a queen) taken away by the reigning queen. Women are little more than tools of men in their quest for power, but the way men in the English court were more than willing to force the women of their family become the king’s mistress, repulsed me. Though not more than the king’s inconsiderate and insensitive manner of throwing aside his wives. It would appear that the accepted practice of polygamy spared many Mughal women the fate of wives of Henry VIII.

With all the rich imagery, the major characters are unexpectedly uni-dimensional. The king is selfish and a truant, and Anne and her uncle and parents are extremely manipulative and ruthless in ambition, and we can hate them as we are meant to. The queen, Catherine, is intelligent and gracious, and loved by her people. I admired her, though she was quite linear in her goodness. However, I could not like the character of Mary Boleyn, though I think we, as readers, are expected to sympathize with her. She is not just weak and submissive, but also quite unintelligent – she never stands up for herself and simplest of the things have to be spelt out for her. It is the portrayal of the brother, George, that I really liked – we can see multiple facets to his personality – the witty and charming courtier, affectionate brother, dutiful heir, a tormented soul who can never voice his own wishes, but who is not above cunning and manipulation. Another thing I didn’t like about the book was overly descriptive sex scenes, some of them pretty gross, particularly a brother instructing his sisters about the matter. Sex is undoubtedly a significant angle in the whole scheme of things, but I could have done without all the gory detail. It seems that in recent years, authors have been inclined to believe that any book for adult has to include scenes of physical intimacy, and in some gross detail, to make it look honest.

It is a well-written, engaging book that made me curious to find more about the history of Tudor monarchs, which I quickly did with the help of Wiki. However, I was disappointed to find that Philippa Gregory has taken so much liberty with historic facts, that we can't rely on it for accuracy of events. But if even such a widely acclaimed book as this one is factually incorrect, can we trust historic fiction to learn about history? To really know about it, one could go to the reference material, but I would not want to read drab academic books; I would enjoy a dramatized version of events. Hence arises a question - what is a good historical fiction? My preference would be for a rendition of events with drama and dialogues to make them readable and entertaining, including addition of events and characters, but without distorting the known facts.

Major Pettigrew's Last Stand

Major Pettigrew's Last Stand 

  - Helen Simonson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

If you are looking for a heart-warming, delightful read, Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand could be a very apt choice. It is a charming book, peppered with a liberal dose of classic British humor, hilarious and moving in turns.

At the heart of this story is an endearing tale of love, a second chance at happiness, for the elderly major Pettigrew and a second generation Pakistani lady, Mrs Ali. Major is the quintessential English gentleman - polite, reserved and rather conservative. Mrs Ali is the owner of the local grocery store - kind, well-educated and sophisticated. They are drawn to each other because of their loneliness, and their love for reading and poetry. Their relationship is etched out beautifully, capturing the feeling of loneliness in the later years of life, brought about by the loss of a partner with whom one has shared a lifetime, and a failure to find people to share one’s immeasurable grief with. The story depicts the helplessness of such a situation, uncertainties wrought about by the thought of defying conventions, and then goes on to show how a ray hope can shine through from the unlikeliest of corners, if you have the courage and conviction.

It recreates the life in a small English town, quite set and proper in its way – with tea parties and social visits, game hunting and charity activities with church, and not to forget, age-old prejudices – the kind of image we have gleaned from Agatha Christies and Enid Blytons. For once I wondered if things are still the same after nearly a century, but then conceded that it may well be so – because I think that the author will have done her research, and more so because if we ponder, the life in our old towns have not changed much either. It also shows us, quite masterfully, how changes are inevitable with time, and how people are reluctant to change something they have been practicing for decades; in their mind, this way of life gradually stops being a comfort zone and becomes a firm belief that this is indeed the best way.

There are the unavoidable clashes of class, culture and age, and what is commendable is the objective way these differences are viewed with. Both the societies – the English and the Muslim, are orthodox in their own ways, and have their own class hierarchy. The elite are unwilling to socialize with the working class, while the latter aspire to be included into the circle of the former. The younger generation does not identify with the complacent ways of the older, while the older people lament the loss of values, empathy and courtesy in the young. While most of it is true for almost any society, this book depicts it in an enchanting way.

There is quite a bit of drama, which I found acceptable for an entertaining book like this one. The bigger flaw was extremely stereotypical portrayal of quite a few characters – a couple of vacuous society ladies, Major’s insensitive and extremely materialistic son, and greedy relatives. These characters are painted in black, without a single redeemable quality (his son being utterly despicable), to the extent that you can predict all their moves. Yet, one can forgive this to an enjoyable book with a storyline that's much more enriching than the usual romance, and some endearing characters that reaffirm your faith in the generosity of human spirit.

Peaches for Monsieur le Curé

Peaches for Monsieur le Curé
  - Joanne Harris

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I never got around to writing reviews for ‘Chocolat’ and ‘The Lollipop Shoes’ (also known as ‘The Girl With No Shadow’) as I had planned to. I read both of these at the very beginning of this year, Chocolat being a reread. I deliberately didn’t pick up the third book immediately, and before I knew, it became a large gap. I finally read the third book, ‘Peaches for Monsieur le Cure’ this weekend, finishing it over almost one night and part of a day.

In the meanwhile, I had read two other books by Joanne Harris, and though both were very well written, engaging stories which I loved, they were quite different in tone (which shows what a wonderful story teller she is). With Peaches, it was great to return back to the enticing atmosphere of Chocolat, with spunky and charming Vianne Rocher.

Chronologically, The Lollipop Shoes follows Chocolat, and it is a progression on the story, in terms of timeline, and the significant events that intervene (addition of Rosette, and then Roux, to the family, Vianne setting up a new shop in Paris). Though it’s very dark and subversive theme makes it somewhat different in tone. In Peaches, we return to the familiar setting of Lansquenet, and are told the story in the dual voices of Vianne and Father Reynaud; in this sense, it feels closer to, and more like a sequel of Chocolat.

The story starts with Vianne receiving a posthumous letter from her old friend Armande, requesting her to visit Lansquenet once again, since the town needs her help, but the people are not aware of this. With great reluctance and persistent doubts, she arrives there with her daughters. She finds the town in a great tension between the older inhabitants and newly arrived Muslim immigrants, who now constitute a significant size of the town’s population. In a parallel with Chocolat, where she arrives in the town at the beginning of Lent, this time she reaches there at the beginning of Ramadan. Her nemesis from the earlier book, Father Reynaud is in disgrace, accused of burning down a Muslim girls’ school.

What is commendable is her courage in taking up theme of such a controversial nature, especially in current times, and creating a credible, empathetic story out of it. It takes a look at cultural differences between the two communities, in an objective manner for most part. However, the conflicts it explores are universal – tradition vs modernism, old vs youth, orthodoxy vs liberalism, resentment against outsiders. The themes such as differences, tolerance, sense of belonging, community, are a concern of every human being. In her efforts to restore peace in the community, Vianne tries to get to the root of the matter, and we get to see how little prejudices and misunderstandings can take the shape of a huge conflict, which takes very little to fuel up – this is usually how riots erupt, and we know it too well in our part of the world. It also illustrates how easy it to deceive people, particularly when fanaticism or ignorance come into play.

Vianne is as charming as ever - the flawed, yet empathetic character, who appears vivacious and undefeatable to outsiders, but suffers from restlessness and uncertainty. Father Reynaud’s is the character that has really evolved in this book, and is portrayed with great nuance. He considers himself to be changed much, but as readers we get to see that it is not really so - he has become a little more tolerant, but it is in accepting his vulnerability and seeking help, that he becomes very likeable. He understands a little, though does not fully comprehend, his shortcomings, but works with the best intentions for the community at his heart.

The story itself was very engaging, somewhat in the vein of a suspense thriller, delivering some nice twists, including one minor and one major, that took me altogether by surprise. It keeps a good pace, but retains enough details to bring alive the atmosphere.

As in the preceding books, the author has beautifully captured the landscape and essence of a small riverside town in France. The imagery is vivid, with evocative descriptions of sights and sounds and smells, that gives me a feeling of delight with a little twinge of sadness, that makes it all the more alluring. The food still plays an important part here, though now the Moroccan cuisine is added to the French. However, I really missed the preparations of Vianne’s concoctions, which created the magical environment that was a great delight in the previous two books. In fact, I would say that I was disappointed by this omission, as it steered the story from magical realism towards typical fiction. This book also doesn’t add much to Vianne’s story – not much has changed in her life since the previous book, and not much changes for her through this one, even though she helps the town out of a particularly difficult time. A must read, if you loved Chocolat, though I felt it didn’t quite recreate the magic of the previous two.

Questions/Inconsistencies - MAY HAVE SPOILERS

I found it a little ironic that in case of the Catholic community, the old and more conservative thinking of Father Reynaud was emphasized with, and prevailed in the end, while in the case of Muslim community the liberal thinking of old imam was favored against the orthodox views of his son. While I fully support the progressive viewpoint of the latter, I don’t understand why the modern ways of the new priest were undesirable.

In Chocolat, it seemed that only those with “sight” can see Pantoufle – Anouk’s special rabbit. Appeared to be the case in The Lollipop Shoes as well. However, here, depending on circumstances, anyone can see Pantoufle, and particularly Bam.

I found Jean-Pauls’ sudden and complete change of heart totally unconvincing – it is inconceivable that a foul-mouth bad-tempered person can suddenly become calm and considerate. Worse still, it leaves Josephine stuck once again with her abusive husband, who she had wanted to leave for several years, especially when she had just found the courage to do so, and had discovered a mutual connection with someone else.

The Little Paris Bookshop

The Little Paris Bookshop

  - Nina George

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I chanced upon this title through the ‘books about books/bookstores’ lists on goodreads. The title was enticing enough – what can be more wonderful than when books and Paris are mentioned in the same breath? The blurb was very interesting, and when I read the first few pages from the sample, I was sure I was going to love this book. The concept holds so much promise …. a bookseller who has the gift to see what ails his customers (from the invisible, emotional perspective, that is), and prescribes books as remedies, and therefore calls his floating bookshop on a barge as literary apothecary …..

However, I was quite disappointed, more so because it could have been turned into such a delight (Chocolat comes to my mind). I didn’t quite hate it, but I skimmed through the last 25-30% of it to reach the end. Further, the promise it held out didn’t last long – in the initial chapters, there are several instances of the bookseller’s dealings with his customers giving them books they need rather than what they want, but these get increasingly rare as the book progresses.

This was a shame because there was quite a bit to like. There is the lovable bookseller Mr Perdu, and the young insecure writer Max, and the bond of caring and affection they come to share; their adventures and friendship with the flamboyant chef Cuneo. There are, of course, the thoughts and quotes from and about books. And of course, beautiful description of landscape and atmosphere of cities and towns, and canals and waterways, along the length of France. I wish I could make a similar journey in my lifetime. The book also deals with the themes of coming to terms with loss, longing, fears and death in a sensitive manner.

But unfortunately, it didn’t turn out to be the book it could be. For one thing, I found the language and the flow inconsistent, as if it was written by two different people. At places, the language is charming, and the atmosphere serene and warm. There are many lovable, believable characters, and the author has tackled their feelings and insecurities very well. At other places, the words and phrases are jaded, the dialogues are clichéd and the plot seems to have lost the reason. Some of the worst sections were the snippets from the diary of the absent love-interest, Manon. They were badly and incoherently written, and reflect her as an immature and selfish person.

Or perhaps the author couldn’t make up her mind about the genre she wanted to write, and kept on hovering indecisively between magical realism and sloppy romance. This actually was my biggest peeve with the book – absolutely cringe-worthy love-making scenes, which also featured most of the bad dialogues mentioned above. She also seems to have an undue fascination for the word ‘naked’, which is repeated every so often, and frequently unnecessarily. Delete these, or replace them with something either with more subtlety or with more sophistication and passion, and it could have been a downright winner.

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Gentlemen and Players

Gentlemen and Players

  - Joanne Harris

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Prior to this, I had read three books by the author – the very popular ‘Chocolat’, it’s lesser known sequel ‘The Lollipop Shoes’, and perhaps still uncommon ‘Five Quarters of an Orange’. All of these were told from the perspective of strong women characters, and food was an integral part of the stories – with such delightful descriptions that you could almost sense the aroma, and yearn for a taste.

Gentlemen and Players is completely different in tone and setting – it is set in an old, traditional boys’ grammar school in England, and narrated in two voices - that of an old teacher of Classics with a great devotion towards his school, and his adversary who wants to destroy the institution. I have come to regard Joanne Harris as a wonderful story teller, who can take such diverse settings to build up the atmosphere very well, and tell a compelling story. This one is quite dark, darker than Five Quarters of an Orange, though not with as much complexity in relationships and personality. It is more of a psychological thriller, and quite a good one at that. It has an engaging plot, and keeps a fast pace, without sacrificing the character development. The double twist at the end almost knocks you out (no other spoilers here – they are at the end, but couldn’t keep myself from mentioning this at least). This has some adult themes, and I wouldn’t recommend it for teens under 15 or so (but that is just me :) ) 

The story moves forth in two time periods – the present, and the past of 14 years ago which has caused the repercussion leading to the present day situation. This book is styled with a chess theme, and the chapters bear the titles indicating moves of the game. As in the game, moves are feigned to misdirect the attention, and pawns are ruthlessly sacrificed. The first protagonist, the old teacher Mr. Roy Straitely, is an institution in himself, adhering to the old ways, well loved by students, though unwanted by the management. The school is his life, and he is driven by the love of school and his students. The way his character is shaped up gradually is simply wonderful, and you love him for, and despite, his eccentricities which hide a sharp intellect. His nemesis, the unnamed enemy, infiltrates the organization to strike from within to bring it down once and for all. I would describe this character as a psychopath, who holds nothing sacred, but still bears a kind of regard towards the old teacher. Looking back now, I find it quite interesting that the teacher’s character is developed almost entirely in the present, while that of his enemy is defined and shaped in the events in past. This book kept me hooked so much as to give up a night’s sleep, and totally occupied my thoughts for a couple of days (until I started reading something else).

I was kind of disturbed to find kids as young as 13 or 14 freely engaging in sex. And not all of them came from unprivileged background or broken homes. This also happened in The Lovely Bones, which is set in US and in a different time period. Is it a cultural difference, or have I lived my youth (I am still young, btw ;-)) under a rock? 

One aspect that frustrated me was the ongoing hint/mention of aterrible event that happened earlier, that fueled the second narrator’s desire for revenge. I got a sense of déjà vu – in Five Quarters, revelation of a similar event was so long drawn that by the end I had ceased caring; thankfully here it was not stretched till the end. But for this long drawn surprise (I would instead have appreciated to have no hint to that terrible something till it was disclosed), and the point in the spoiler ahead, I would have rated it a 5.

This is FYI – the book deals with themes such as LGBT life and persecution, child abuse, bullying, objectively and in a sympathetic manner. 

SPOILER ALERT ...

The twist that revealed the identity of the antagonist came as a big double surprise. However, I think that the author may have been deliberately misled the reader here, to be certain in their mind as to who it was, and focus on what happens next, and how the things pan out. This was unfair to the reader, and took away some of the credibility of the narration.

Beaches

Beaches 

-- Iris Rainer Dart

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Long long time ago, in a faraway land, I was in the final year of my engineering course. Most of the batchmates were getting our passports made (in a bright eyed anticipation), for which we needed to travel to Chandigarh, where the nearest passport office was located. So, I and one of my best friends, did the same. In that pre-digital age, it sometimes could be a two-day job, and we needed to stay overnight there, which we did at the home of an aunt of hers. Later that night, we ended up watching a movie on the TV. It was about two girl friends, whose personalities, as well as family background, were as different as could be. A chance encounter on the beach as little girls marks the start of their life-long friendship, and they provide strength to each other through all the tribulations of life.

“I can fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings”

It was a funny and heart-breaking story, and had a deep impact on me. More so, because I was at that stage of life, when friends are our lifelines, and we had the deep sadness of parting looming very close. Few years later, I could not remember the name of the movie, or the actors (the number of English movies I had seen till then were in single digit numbers, low single digit actually!) But, I could not forget the movie, or the song. Then, internet came by, and eventually the search engines and their databases improved a whole lot, and I managed to find not only the name of the movie and the lead actor (Beaches, Bette Midler), but also that it is based on a book!!

The dampener on my excitement was that I could not find a way of procuring that book – amazon and flipkart were a few years away, and popular bookstores were still as bad in terms of inventory. And when it did show up on the radar, it was extremely expensive, being imported and all. Then last year I found that I could also get used books online, with bookchor and amazon having a huge inventory to search from. So, I finally got a copy a few months ago for a very reasonable sum of 150 rs (and I think it is the original paperback edition).

I shared the discovery with the above mentioned friend (we are still very close friends), but though she remembered the visit, she didn’t remember much about the movie or the song. My heart just broke to pieces :,(

So, coming back to the book - I finally read the book over last two days, I just could not put it down. Even though I remembered most of the story, even though the main character was loud and sometimes vulgar, even though it had some predictable sequences, I just loved it. My eyes kept getting moist, shedding a tear or two here and there, whiles sometimes I silently chuckled. Such is the vivacity of Cee Cee Bloom, who brightens up anywhere she goes, who knows that she is amazing and doesn’t shy away from proclaiming it, who can be selfish and cowardly, but is also capable of giving endless, selfless love. And such is the sweetness of Bertie, who frustrates us with her goodness and incomprehensible helplessness, but makes us sympathize with her for the way she is conditioned to be so. And such is the story of a friendship that transcends all boundaries.

Although this can't be called an epistolary novel, the story is assisted by a number of letters exchanged by the two friends over the years (but not all of the letters they wrote). I loved the way their letters expressed their fears and excitement, and evolved as they grew older. 

If you have had a friend who has been with you through good times and bad, or if you have seen the movie and loved it, I highly recommend the book. I recommend it anyway :D (even though my feeling about the book may be biased by what I remember of the movie from all those years ago :)

Requiem for a Wren

Requiem for a Wren - a love story

What I mean is, the story of my love for the book :)

I first read 'Requiem for a Wren' in early 90's when I came upon it among my father's books in his paternal home, when looking for something I could read - in those days, in the places we lived or visited, books were rather hard to come by. I was in my later teens, and exploring Dad's books in search of reading material [that is how I came to love MacLean and Perry Mason - he had a big collection of those from his (relative) youth!]. It was perhaps bought in 1974, and apparently gifted to an aunt, a cousin of my dad, by a friend. How it came to Dad, neither of us knows now.

Well, to put it briefly, I was completely blown away by it. So much so, that when this was submerged in flood waters for a week (among several other treasures, most of which could not be salvaged), I rescued it, scraped off the mud, and dried it keeping newspaper sheets between each set of pages, and got the edges re-cut by a book-binder. This is why the cover is missing and the date is smudged. Since then, I have read it thrice, and cried every single time.

Later, when I graduated and started working, I desperately looked for a new copy. It was the pre-internet era, and foreign books were impossible to procure. Even after the internet became accessible, and subsequently online bookstores came into the picture, this book wasn't available in India for a long time. After years of searching, I got a friend from US to buy it (and she could only find a used copy), and get it to me on one of her visits here. However, the original one is still so precious to me, that I haven't had the heart to discard it.

The two paragraphs of a poem quoted in the beginning completely enticed me. They held such a pain, and a mystery, of a lost or elusive love, that I read them over and over, and these lines are embedded in my mind and heart forever. Several years later, I was able to find the complete poem - The Triumph of Time, which is something of a saga. It has several beautiful thoughts and lines, but these two paras remain my favorite.

This is what the cover of the original one looked like:

And this is how the cover of my (new) copy looks:

The Lady and the Unicorn

The Lady and the Unicorn 

  - Tracy Chevalier

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I liked ‘Girl with the Pearl Earring’ quite well, and was interested in reading more books on a similar theme, since I have an interest in different forms of arts, and always love to know more. When I saw that the subject of this one was a set of medieval tapestries, I read up about these tapestries, and was intrigued – they are exquisite in detail, were neglected for quite a number of years (possibly centuries), and then found and restored. I’m sorry that it is only now that I learnt that these currently hang in Cluny Museum in Paris; I would have loved to see them in person when I spent a few weeks in Paris last year.

The book provides a wonderful glimpse into the process of creation of these fascinating works of art, the working conditions of the craftsmen, and the life in this part of Europe during these times. The labor and effort that goes into making of a single tapestry is quite an eye-opener, and it is heartbreaking to see the poverty of artisans despite their skill and hard work. It is painful that the work that can take the artist or the craftsman months to make, and fill them with such joy despite their hardship, can be casually ignored by the rich patron who commissioned them. The class divide, that was accepted as a matter of fact in that era, appears so unfair today. This was the part of the book I liked, where the author recreates the environment in detail.

The story is told from multiple perspectives, that of the several important individuals in the book. This does not work well – it does not allow for the space to go into depth of the character of any of them, and worse, they all sound the same. In contrast, ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’ was told in the first person voice of Griet, who was the model for the painting, and it worked well in its favor. I feel that for this book, with the same content, third person narrative may have been better, because it seemed as if different chapters were written about different individuals, and then simply changed to first person narrative of the respective character.

I also found the obscenity in the book unnecessary, and repugnant, particularly the explicit and crude way it was expressed (no spoilers here – it is revealed in the first few pages). I don’t understand why the author felt it necessary to embed it with bawdiness throughout, unless the authors in general have come to think that it is absolutely required to engage adult readers?

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With the exception of the lady Genevieve, I couldn’t sympathize with any of the characters – I either hated them, or just didn’t care. Jean Le Viste, the rich patron, is a stereotyped caricature of a pompous and callous man, who bought his way into nobility. I could sympathize with his wife, the lady Genevieve, for her misery and helplessness, and a struggle to keep a balanced appearance. The artist, Nicolas, is a despicable man, an unprincipled womanizer lusting after any woman he sees, including maids, noble ladies and young girls. He is arrogant and insensitive, and believes that the world owes him. I had hoped that being involved in the arduous task of weaving a tapestry would bring out some redeemable qualities in him, but it didn’t. Claude, the young daughter of Le Viste, is a spoilt, selfish girl, lusting after an untrustworthy man (at the young age of 14 too!), and a complete idiot – even with the evidence of his erratic ways right in front of her, she roots for him rather than her maid who had been shabbily treated by him. I fail to see how the mutual feelings of these two extremely self-centered people can be the true, undying love, that the author has portrayed it to be. The blind girl, Alienor, acted quite foolishly, but at least in her case, I can understand the desperation. I also didn’t get why the maid, Beatrice, who was quite sane in the rest of the book, would want to marry Nicolas, knowing all that she did. And most of all, I could not fathom why the fable Nicolas concocted about the unicorn, would entice all the maidens he told it to.

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I wouldn’t recommend this book, unless you can take some cringe-worthy explicit language and scenes in your stride, or you are so extremely interested in medieval arts that you can overlook it.