Sunday, September 11, 2011

And another one bites the dust....

And another one bites the dust....

I just finished “ The Last Hundred Days” by Patrick McGuinness, a semi-fictional account of the end of the Ceausescu’s regime in Romania. Set against a dying Bucharest, the account is amazingly detailed and realistic, as McGuiness explores an imploding dictatorship with the eyes of a Westerner. He does try to give the chief protoganist a “ local” feel, but that does not come through effectively. What does though, is a desparingly brutal account of a country raped and pillaged by a dictatorship hiding under the garb of communist and socialist society.

The book gives one an uncanny feel of a Graham Greene many novels set in banana republics ; like Haiti. One gets a feeling of       “ being there- done that” with this novel. The story telling is more report-ish than Graham Greene’s intense personal look at such regimes. It even has a “ Third Man” in the form of Leo - but he does not come to a bitter end as Harry Lime did, and the unnamed narrator plays the role of the innocent bystander, as Holly Martin did, admirably well.

The sad and sorry end to the Ceausescus is well documented here – ( warning - the scenes are distressing). Sad to say, the lesson is not learned by other such regimes, and their miserable rulers.

Odds and Ends

Booker short list

The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes

Jamrach's Menagerie by Carol Birch

The Sisters Brothers by Patrick deWitt

Half Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan

Pigeon English by Stephen Kelman

Snowdrops by AD Miller

Now why isn't " The Last Hundred Days" on this list?

Delhi Chronicles

On I saw a new book “Desperate in Dubai”, which sounds a lot like “ Sleepless in  Seattle”. So I am looking forward to “ Frustrated in Franfurt”, “ Sex in Singapore” and " Restless in Raipur".

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Back to School

Skippy Dies by Paul Murray, is perhaps the funniest, and the darkest, book I have read in a long time.  The wit and the spark made me read the book late into some nights.  I am surprised this book did not win the Booker; in fact was not even short listed.  Me thinks political compulsions crept into this decision.

The book is set in Ireland, in a boarding school for boys run by Catholic priests.  ( Much like the school I went to, and perhaps which is what drew me into the book).  The story line  of a teacher and that of some  boys runs in parallel, each fighting their demons.  The constant to and fro in the story lines is mesmerizing, and could have led to confusion, but the straight lines of the story keeps them from entangling.   

The author has admirably captured the travails and tribulations of the teenage years, and I found myself frequently remembering my difficult years. The teacher's problems are something else though, and as he comes to terms with a disintegrating relationship, catalysed by a colleague.  One of the memorable lines from Chapter 1: But she doesn't move, and neither does he: she holds him there a moment purely by the light of her spectacular eyes, looking at him over with the tip of her tongue tucked in the corner of her mouth, as if she is deciding what to have for dinner.  Then, smiling at him coyly with a row of pointed white teeth she says, ' You know, I'm not going to sleep with you'.

Although Skippy, as a central  character in the book, does grab your attention, it was his best friend, Ruprecht, who holds mine.  As the plot evolves, it turns out to be a coming of age story for both Ruprecht, and Howard, the teacher, with a melancholy overture of loss and regret.  Each then seeks redemption in their own way, with both ways flying in the face of convention. All this is captured in perhaps one of the most spell binding finale' I have ever read. In the end does the old school continue the way it always did?  Leave it to you to find out.

 If you have one book to read this year, read this one.