A young boy is prised away from his friends, his daily habits/routine, the streets he has grown up on, and taken to a place where his house is the only one on one side of a fence, where there aren’t any other children to play with, and where he cannot find any roots.
Some books are only heard of, and not read. But the good things spoken of the book still make a mark on the mind and when heard, or given a chance to read, that mark begins to shine and bring the book silently into your shelf. I’m part of a group of book lovers who love reading and sharing thoughts on those books. This book, Memoirs of a Geisha, came to me through that group, but from a friend who I’ve known since much before. Continue reading “Book Review: Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden”
To take a sensitive issue and write a wonderful story on it is not easy. Tania James has taken the illegal ivory trade as the issue and produced this story, The Tusk That Did the Damage. The novel, unique in its subject, is also unique in that it tells the story from three different viewpoints, and leaving the reader (me) thinking that all three make sense. Continue reading “Book Review: The Tusk That Did the Damage, by Tania James”
I think the most interesting aspect of humanity is relationships. Friends, siblings, lovers… whatever it may be. Some books bring that aspect of life to life and explore it very well. One such book is The Fifth Man by Bani Basu. It revolves around Ari, who is Neelam’s husband. Neelam’s hysterectomy changes their relationship between her and Ari. Fate conspires to bring the duo, their college professor Mahanam and Ari’s ex-girlfriend Esha together, testing their relationship even further. Continue reading “Book Review: The Fifth Man, by Bani Basu, translated by Arunava Sinha”
The value of simplicity seems to be going down these days, at least when it comes to books. There is preference to deep set plots, depth in characters (to an extent that they seem out of this world), and a high level of English that makes it necessary to have a thesaurus nearby while reading. I do not mean to say every book needs to be run-of-the-mill stuff, but just that simple ones are rare. Continue reading “Book Review: Fire Under Ash, by Saskya Jain”