Wednesday, December 27, 2006

From a previous post ..

Responding to comments on this post


Alexander McCall Smith : a good find ! I'll try them

The Curious Incident .. : Sounds great, I am going to try it

Paddy Clark Ha Ha Ha .. doesn't sound at all like 'Light reading', but sounds like a very good book, so I'll read it sometime.

View With a Grain of Sand Poems by a Nobel Prizewinner for light reading ? No thanks ! but perhaps I'll get around to trying it someday.

I'm very glad to have got introduced to interesting new authors. Look for reviews on the blog later

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

"Fire on the Mountain" by Anita Desai



Do you remember the old rhyme: Fire on the mountain , run run run ...


I read this book at the suggestion of an old Timpany friend. Its written by Anita Desai, mother of Kiran Desai, recent winner of the Booker Prize.

I don't know dude. There is a class of authors, usually women, that write this very strange kind of novel. Anita Brookner, John Banville, Yann Martel, (two other Booker prize winners), Ruth Rendell, to some extent Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, come to mind. The books are ... 'hypersensitive' is the word that conveys the feeling. They take a normal everyday kind of situation and then start going into detail in the mind of the protagonist. Every act becomes pregnant with meaning, every emotion is magnified to bursting point. Day-to-day tensions and quotidian struggles become unbearable. That kind of thing. Usually the writing is pretty good and often with a vocabulary that sometimes exceeds me.
This novel falls well within that category. Having got that rant off my chest, 'Fire on the Mountain' is a pretty nice book. It has a suspenseful quality that is surprising, given the kind of (mostly) sedate story it is. I read it at one sitting. Worth trying for a serious reader.

Some background on the author and her books here

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Inromenow


http://www.inromenow.com/site%20templates/Frame_BlogPage.htm



I surfed to this site (off an ad right on this site, btw).

Even for the brief time we were in Rome in May (or was it June), I found it a gorgeous place, and the blog above is nicely in sync with my conception of the place.
The post on getting a driving license is astonishing -- I didn't know Rome was an honorary member of the third world (and PS: nobody don't dare to flame me about the unPC language).
I wish I were inromenow.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

For those who enjoy Rusell Peters, which should be pretty much anyone, here is some more. This is an interview with him, not much from his show. Apparently he worked for 14 years at doing standup comedy without a great deal of success and then someone went and put him on YouTube and boom! he's now a huge star with a worldwide following. Cool stuff

http://vivekshah.wordpress.com/tag/canada/
Scroll down a little and you'll see the post about Peters

Light reading for the serious reader

Warning: post could be interpreted as pretentious but is not meant to be.

Having read so much in my life, I find that I have now painted myself into a corner. I think I have become a fairly discriminating and perceptive reader. Also having read a lot, that leaves less in the way of story ideas or technique that are genuninely new and therefore compelling. The result is that with most fiction writing I can quickly detect false notes or deja vu that make the book more or less unreadable. I wrote sometime back about re-reading Alistair McLean. The quality was quite appalling though I feel bad to use such a strong word. But the level of capturing of human nature is so low in those books. At one point I argued to myself that that's okay -- at a certain age stuff like this appeals and one just outgrows and that's natural. But I now think that's not the right judgement. Even books for kids or teenagers should have a basic... perhaps 'authenticity' is the word. If one grew up reading Alistair McLean and the like, I would guess that ones understanding of human nature and humanity is as juvenile as these books. Not great training for becoming a responsible citizen.

I don't find this problem at all in non-fiction, most non-fiction I pick up (except perhaps management and motivational literature) I find pretty strong and readable. However when I want to read something light to relax I don't have much to turn to. Kinda rough for a voracious reader. I wonder if this a more generalizable concept. Perhaps there are authors who are similiarly very discriminating, and at the same time light and who are right for me. There's a phrase in literature -- 'a writer's writer' . Perhaps what I'm looking for a variation of a writer's writer, a discriminating reader's writer.

Here are a few authors that still appeal to me:
-- Georges Simeon. Somewhat heavy at times, but nevertheless good entertainment. A random recommendation is "In Case of Emergency" which is one of his heavier books.
-- John Mortimer's Rumpole series. Really excellent in its ability to capture the poignancy of life in a humorous way
-- Kiran Nagarkar's Cuckold, and Amita Kanekar's "A Spoke in the Wheel". Both lovely historical fiction works that are not heavy, at the same time very true-to-life and satisfying.
-- Colleen McCullough's Rome series
-- Boondocks and Trudeau comics. Calvin and Hobbes is pretty good, but having read all of them there is nothing left. And there is also a repetitive tendency to them, you can see why Waterson decided to quit when he did.

I would love to get recommendations.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Happy Birthday




Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Sajini and Nandita
Happy Birthday to youuuu....

Saturday, December 09, 2006

History Lesson





I've noticed especially over the course of this sabbatical that I have a genuine interest in history. To me a time machine where one could go back and see how people actually lived at different points (medieval Indian history, Indus Valley, Mohenjodaro, Troy, Rome to name a few) would be one of the coolest things. Of late I've read a few historical books. Here's some reflections from 2 of them, Caesar and The October Horse.

These are the last two books of Colleen McCullough's (henceforth CMC) epic series about Republican Rome. Okay some historical background but don't quote me on it. The Greeks came first with their Aristotle, Socrates, Hippocrates and the others. I haven't read that much about the Greeks, but generally they are revered as the fountainhead of Western civilization. However they never managed to unite and run a real nation-state, and at some point the Romans overtook them. I believe after the Roman ascendancy, the Greeks existed in a benign colonial subjugation where they were mostly left alone. In Rome's history there was a period of time when Rome was republican -- meaning that it was not ruled by a king. The details are a little complicated and I don't understand them too well myself. There were classes of people with different levels of power. The lowest was slaves, the next was (what CMC calls)the 'Head Count', the landless poor who did not have any voting privileges, then landed people with a vote and so on. At the top of the hierarchy was the Senate composed of the most distinguished and powerful of Romans and later another institution the 'Tribune of the Plebians' which helped to loosen the stranglehold that the patricians (those of high birth) had on the power through the Senate. Decisions were taken more or less democratically after discussion in the Senate or the Tribune.

There are several fascinating aspects to the whole Roman thing. One was how come what was basically a single city managed to establish its pre-eminence over so much of the world. Romans always identified with Rome, there was no dilution of the Roman identity to a broader one such as Italy. How come a single city could control so much power ? One reason was that their military machine was unparalleled in their time and they controlled or conquered vast portions of Europe, Africa and Asia. The other was their relationship with the rest of Italy, which occupied a subjugated position to Rome in the earlier days and over time became more and more integrated, with Italians getting access to Roman citizenship. The Roman Senate in CMC's books is a fascinating organization. Rhetoric plays an important part in its working, with great speakers (Cicero was one of them) being able to sway arguments in their favor irrespective of the merit of their position. This seems to have been kind of accepted -- great speakers were honoured for being such and their ability to sway arguments was not seen in a negative way.

The two books mentioned follow the course of Roman history during Julius Caesar's time. In CMC's writing he comes across as way way larger than life. As one of the truly great kings or people of any country anywhere. He was multifaceted, an adminstrator, general and man of letters. His great military achievement was bringing present day France under Rome and he even invaded England (the river 'Tamesi' is mentioned). The French united (after a fashion) under a new leader Vercingetorix but could not match the Roman military machine under its greatest general. Vercingetorix occupies pride of place in French history books for his role in that resistance. Later Caesar fathered a child with Cleopatra, Pharoah of Egypt, a child who was later killed by Octavius Caesar. Octavius Caesar is Caesars' relative and adopted son and a fascinating character. The October Horse is the last book in the series and covers the asassination of Caesar, familiar territory from Shakespeare. However Shakespeare's version differed from historical fact in many places, and in other places the facts lend themselves to various interpretations. I am trusting CMC's historical reconstruction here, though she admits that a lot of her work is from an imaginative though not fanciful recreation of the facts. Mark Antony (Marcus Antonius to give him his actual name) is a talented soldier but otherwise a person without any sophistication or appreciation for Roman values. In the book he actually was very ambigious about Caesar (Caesar's preeminence left him little power) and was to a small extent complicit in the assasination. However seeing the popular winds after the assasination he teamed up with Octavius Caesar (a mutual detestation existed between the two) to hunt down the assasins including of course Brutus ('and Brutus is an honourable man'). Marcus Junius Brutus is a weak, money-loving character who was promised Caesar's daughter in marriage, whom he adored. A promise that was subsequently broken, and a heartbreak that he did not quite recover from. The assasination scene itself is tremendously intense in the book -- one of the high points. Octavius and Antony fell out and had a final decisive naval battle with Octavius and his loyal lieutnant Agrippa on one side and Antony and Cleopatra on the other. Octavius won, Antony and Cleopatra committed suicide and Octavius murdered Cesarion, Cleopatra's child by Caesar. Octavius went on to become unofficial emperor of Rome, signalling the end of the Roman republic.


I've only touched on some points of a tremendously fascinating story. The books are huge and painfully detailed, so an appropriate strategy for dealing with them is to skip over large swathes of the book when they meander (I usually read perhaps 60-70% of the books). BTW, CMC is an accomplished author with several other striking books to her credit -- one that I enjoyed a lot is called Tim

Some trivia: atleast two phrases in the English language owe their origin to ancient Rome: all roads lead to Rome and crossing the Rubicon. The first one I don't know a specific reason for. I guess it relates to what I said about Rome being the defacto capital of the (western and a good portion of the rest) world. Also the Romans were great road builders and there was a spider web of roads radiating out of Rome in all directions (via Saleria, via Valeria, Via Domitia, via Appia ..). No ring roads though :-). The other phrase has a very definite origin. After his campaign in Gaul, Caesar was in danger of getting convicted of treason by influential groups in the Senate who were jealous of him or alarmed at his pre-eminence and disdain for the Senatorial procedure. Caesar decided after much agonizing that the only solution was to march on Rome with his armies and take over as Dictator. Given the all-consuming position that Rome had in the mind of Romans, it was an unthinkable thing to do for a honourable Roman to do(although it happened a few times). Crossing the Rubicon river into Italy to begin his march on Rome was an irrevocable step that changed the course of Roman history and ultimately lead to the fall of the Republic. the Laxman Rekha in Indian mythology is so strikingly similar in meaning.

The Hindu and China

Past posts on this topic have dwelt on Sikhi's deep suspicion of N. Ram's communist leanings. But this post is on a different topic. For a while now there have been atleast one and perhaps two Hindu journalists sending regular despatches from China. The more prominent one is Pallavi Aiyar who has written a lot of articles on a whole bunch of stuff from dining (she has disturbing tales of culinary excess and prestige meals that are the current rage among the well-to-do), the railway to Tibet and Beijing hutongs. I was beginning to get a little irritated with all this stuff when it struck me like a sledgehammer -- of course the Hindu and every other newspaper should be doing this ! We have this country sitting in our backyard that is all set to become perhaps the premier power of this century and we don't know anything about it at all (especially in comparison to our knowledge the west). While we have all manner of correspondents in the West breathlessly reporting to us of "Washington" and "Paris"'s doings and opinions, we know remarkably little about the dragon in our backyard. Let the march east begin !

You can go to hinduonnet.com and search for Pallavi Aiyar and get her articles.
Just for a sample here's something from her writing. This is from Tibet:
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"She's from India," people point at me in loud whispers. "My uncle is in India."
"My brother studied in India." "I love Indian music." "My best friend taught
me to cook Indian food." Everywhere I go, ripples of excitement spread. The
longing with which the people I meet imbue the word "India" is unusual to
me. This is what I imagine Americans must feel like in many parts of the
world.
While eating lunch at the home a peasant family in Hamugu village, just
outside the main town, I am introduced to a boy of six; a novice monk at
the Songzalin Monastery. He wants desperately to travel to India. "Can
you help me get a passport?" he asks. When I gently explain my inability,
he looks disappointed for a second but brightens up a moment later and
suggests we watch an "Indian movie". I concur, expecting Bollywood
masala and am surprised instead to see an opening shot featuring six
Tibetan Buddhist monks in full ceremonial attire blowing mightily
into long horns.
Slowly it dawns that this is a burnt DVD copy of a homemade
film in Dharamsala. We all watch the film for a few minutes in
silence. Then the boy's father asks me where I live. "New Delhi,"
I say. "How far away is that from the capital of India?" he queries
back. I explain that Delhi is in fact the capital. There is a stunned
pause. Finally he replies, "You mean Dharamsala is not the capital?"


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Howard Zinn

Here's a lovely passage from American historian Howard Zinn:
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"I don't want to invent victories for people's movements.
But to think that history-writing must aim simply to
recapitulate the failures that dominate the past
is to make historians collaborators in an endless
cycle of defeat. If history is to be creative, to
anticipate a possible future without denying the
past, it should, I believe, emphasize new
possibilities by disclosing those hidden episodes
of the past when, even if in brief flashes, people
showed their ability to resist, to join together,
and occasionally to win. I am supposing, or
perhaps only hoping, that our future may be
found in the past's fugitive moments of compassion
rather than in its solid centuries of warfare."
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The full article is here