The Dystopian Uncertainty Principle

Very American. Very much New Yorky. Classic Salinger humour yet incredibly tedious and unending. Even though, the principle characters are young adults or are in their late teens, much of the book and story didn't feel relatable. Increasingly snobbish like Salinger's stories,  even more so than 'The Catcher in the Rye", the book feels like it is trying hard to sound intellectual and elite, with an out of the world air of superiority but fails to even scratch the surface. This struggle is quite evident to the reader. To cut short, a very boring read thankfully interjected by classic wit in between although sparsely, which made me laugh out loud in between the pages. This small book also took me around 60-70 odd days to complete and left me exhausted but finally with a sign of relief on completion. For comparison, I recently read Mohsin Hamid's brilliant 2nd Person narrative Novel with the facade of a self-help book, "How to get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia...

An excerpt-y, opinionated, reflective and other synonym-y book post. (Published in the Indian sub-continent as Riot- A Novel) Disclaimer: This is also a breakaway from the typical or not so typical book reviews or reading guides or the groups of words strung together that you’d find in this blog. This post is written in a bulleted-list kind-of-way, and you can jump to any part. The parts in italics and quotes are directly taken from the book and are © Arcade Publishing , Penguin India and the author . Paperback Cover; Source: Flipkart   // The first time I saw him I didn’t really like him. And I was soon happy I was stuck. There was something about his voice that reached out and drew me in, something that was both inviting and reassuring. I heard his voice, and the only thing I could care about was hearing that voice again.   // “I think it was Oscar Wilde who said that usefulness the last refuge of the unappealing. But even a man of...

Image Source: Facebook Page of 'An Insignificant Man' First things first, Why is a book blog talking about a documentary that was shown as a feature film all over India. Well, this was an experience, as riveting and as stimulating as any thriller/real story/biography or any Book that I've ever read. The documentary or film begins with the incumbent Chief Minister of Delhi, then a political Novice, travelling to meet the family and gather some documentary proof, of a person who had been working as a land officer helping farmers claim their stolen land back from the political mafia, and had been killed as they (Some unknown people, who always seem to escape the law in India) ran the jeep over him again and again, crushing him into little pieces. And, there you have it, was it face-value or was it justice for the unheard, the unknown and the right and honest people that this Ramon Magsaysay award winner wanted?. Well, it was Justice alright, and this is what makes ...

The first and the last time I saw my dinosaur, it was already a convulsive time. I was stranded for the past two months, for most of the time inside a cuboid type room with some colossal number of books, notebooks, rough copies, sample papers and what not. You see, I was preparing for and not in anticipation of that life defining Higher Secondary Board examinations. And in one such day, tired of having sat at the same spot for hours (precisely 3 hours), as I went and stood beside the uncovered windows of that cuboid, I saw it in its two hind legs, moving in an haste and quickly disappearing into a sewage pipe of the Apartment Complex on just the other side of the lane. For about the 1.5 seconds that I saw my Dinosaur, I could vouch that it was Magnificent! A long and thick tail from its posterior and two useless hands just by what I could say was its chest and the entire body resting on two thick hind legs, one could easily say that My Dino looked just like a rabbit sized T-Rex. ...

'a Great American novel'. The finest world of fiction by any American writer... No American novel comes closer than Gatsby to surpassing literary artistry, and none tells us more about ourselves'  - THE WASHINGTON POST It is a common opinion of most bibliophiles that film adaptations usually ruin the book or don’t live up to the experience of reading a heartwarming story unadulterated. My experience in this regard range from ‘P.S: I Love You’ to Rick Riordan’s ‘Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief’ and some other book titles. Though I am not speaking of the Harry Potter series because I will just confess as much of a bibliophile that I claim to be, I haven’t read those books although I wasn’t disappointed with the movies except for the really poor lighting and most of the latter movies being shot using a bedside lamp. On many occasions I have actually went out to see a film adaptation just because I had loved the book as many of my fellow bo...

“That was the phoniest conversation I had ever heard”….           Holden Caulfield, the protagonist, the hero  and our narrator, is a seventeen year old teenager. His sarcasm, wit and shrewdness is what kept me hooked to this classic.                 I had first, taken the book very seriously when I found it featured  in “The 10 books to  read before you die”. Needless, to say an internet post.  But, it did feature some very classic titles and modern fables including, “To Kill  A Mockingbird” and this book. The book first published in 1945 was truly ahead of its time, its a classic, originally meant for teenagers or young adults, which now (Is known as a funnybonesbook) that can be enjoyed by children and ...