Postoffice – Charles Bukowski

I knew a girl who read Bukowski I knew a girl who read Bukowski. I knew a girl who read. I knew a girl. I knew.  I. I did not know the girl who read Bukowski. A girl who smoked like a fish and drank like a chimney. All the words that litter papers and novelists that litter coffee shops are self conscious.... Continue Reading →

My Name Is Red: Orhan Pamuk

There are books that you are unsure about the beauty of while reading. But like the smell of coffee they stick to your clothes exuding a certain effect that affects others but leaves the wearer oblivious. Such I think is the effect "My Name is Red" had on me. I like to think I have an opinion... Continue Reading →

A History of Japan – A Lesson in Amnesia

The world war is a permanent wedge in history.  An indelible scar that should remind us all of human greed, paranoia, idealism and ideology. Whipping up frenzy in a closed society today seems easy and inevitable. Reading Shigeru Mizuki's detailed retelling of the war is harrowing. How individual incidents and choices of families, that are rationalized under mostly well intentioned... Continue Reading →

The White Tiger – Aravind Adiga

After a really tedious read of The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, I admit I was a little hesitant to pick up Aravind Adiga's Booker Prize winner (Roy's book dimmed my view of the Booker Prize's standard) The White Tiger. I was blown away.  Breezed away? Because I breezed through the book in just... Continue Reading →

The God of Small Things – Arundati Roy

Ayemenam, Kerala and the Booker Prize Roy's book The God of Small Things (TGOST) catapulted her to international fame. A book that won her the Booker prize and which had everyone raving, one which drew comparisons with Salman Rushdie's Mighnight's Children. It was an expose on the Malayali Syrian Christian family and of the oppressive happenings of a family,... Continue Reading →

The case of a runaway Russian nose

The Nose by Nicolai Gogol is a short work of absurdism and surrealism. A fantastic story about how a Russian official wakes up one morning to find that his Nose has assumed a position in the Russian bureaucracy higher than him. This puts him in a delicate position of requisitioning his nose back to restore his... Continue Reading →

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