Present: Nic, Jennie, Shubha, Carl, Mark, Alessandro, Alex
Ah, the best venue and food of the year ... (Joke!)
An interesting, existential read, perhaps nihilistic? The narrator is emotionally detached: doesn't cry at his mother's funeral; doesn't judge anyone (arguably not a flaw); randomly / nonsensically kills an man on the beach and shows no remorse. Life seems to be without reason or emotion.
For me, the remarkable detachment of the narrator induced detachment in the reader. I little cared what happened to him or to anyone else as he had no real interest so was unable to enthuse me.
The book was deceptively simple, the language perfunctory and simplistic, reading like a young child's post-holiday essay, a list of things done and undone - "and then I got up and I didn't have any food so I didn't have breakfast. I didn't have anything to do so I looked out the window and there were people there but then they went away."
Alessandro and Jen read this in the original French and felt the language was carefully chosen, even beautiful. I didn't really get that sense from the translation, which was sparse but seemed unexceptional.
In short, for me, some slight academic interest but no emotion, no compulsion to read on, no great disappointment at reaching the end. On the whole, people found it interesting but I cannot remember whether anyone really enjoyed it ...?
Friends, book discussions, food matching and food sharing. A private book group. Warning: may contain spoilers.
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Thursday, 19 November 2009
#37 - The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga (Choice: Shubha's)(Venue: Mint Leaf)
A small, girlie, cocktail-appreciating crowd gathered at the Mint Leaf for this one. After admiring my new shoes and boots and Jane's fabulous new jacket (which made me feel much better about my expenditure!), we got down to serious business - the cocktails and the menu! Exhausted from taking decisions for others all week, Jane left Shubha to choose Jane's meal but, as all the dishes went into the centre for us all to nibble and enjoy, it was almost irrelevant who ordered what. Little went to waste and we had to order additional naans to mop up the end of the delicious sauces.
Shubha and I agreed (woohoo) on our interpretation and enjoyment of this book and, although we were both able to find fault as well, found it highly readable. Jane found it somewhat repetitive, constantly reinforcing the poverty, and found some of the language unlikely, although I found it reminiscent of the language of the Indian newspapers. I also enjoyed the "names" ascribed to some characters such as, most obviously, Vitiligo Lips, an element which, for me, echoed the Orangedrink-Lemondrink Man from the God of Small Things and therefore felt authentic.
We came over all philosophical after that, inspired by the book, by India, by our memories of our travels and by the wines that lifted the bill beyond the realms even of the Gaucho Grill where we discussed Black Swan Green. We reminisced, compared travel tales, discussed the value of time versus the value of money and the quality of life as well as the value of life (with some incredible insights from Shubha). Then, to be honest, it gets a little hazy. When we eventually left the Mint Leaf, Trafalgar Square was alive with happy Algerians celebrating a football win over Egypt and, resisting calls to join their party, we wended our ways home.
Jane:
you are amazing. what a lyrical, delightful description...
[blush]
Shubha and I agreed (woohoo) on our interpretation and enjoyment of this book and, although we were both able to find fault as well, found it highly readable. Jane found it somewhat repetitive, constantly reinforcing the poverty, and found some of the language unlikely, although I found it reminiscent of the language of the Indian newspapers. I also enjoyed the "names" ascribed to some characters such as, most obviously, Vitiligo Lips, an element which, for me, echoed the Orangedrink-Lemondrink Man from the God of Small Things and therefore felt authentic.
We came over all philosophical after that, inspired by the book, by India, by our memories of our travels and by the wines that lifted the bill beyond the realms even of the Gaucho Grill where we discussed Black Swan Green. We reminisced, compared travel tales, discussed the value of time versus the value of money and the quality of life as well as the value of life (with some incredible insights from Shubha). Then, to be honest, it gets a little hazy. When we eventually left the Mint Leaf, Trafalgar Square was alive with happy Algerians celebrating a football win over Egypt and, resisting calls to join their party, we wended our ways home.
Jane:
you are amazing. what a lyrical, delightful description...
[blush]
Monday, 19 October 2009
#36 - Welcome to Life - Alice de Smith (Choice: Eamonn's)(Venue: Jane's Manor)
Alex:
Product Description from Amazon
"Welcome to Life" is a novel about family, friendship and becoming a grown-up. Adolescence is never easy. But for fourteen-year-old Freya - brought up by parents who act like teenagers, and surrounded by teenagers all too desperate be grown-ups - it's bewildering. All she wants is a bit of attention...But her parents are too wrapped up in their own dramas to register Freya's. Her mother, Millie, is inconsistent, irresponsible, and wants her daughter to be her best gal pal. Unfortunately she finds her utterly inscrutable, a disappointment and a chore, and her fondest communications reach Freya in the form of notes left on the fridge door: 'Feed rabbits'; 'Sandwich for lunch - cheese in fridge only one day out of date', and 'Be less scary'. Freya's dad, Hugh, is in the property game. 'When there's a recession on, you have to keep an eye on the figures,' he told her once. If only he'd listened to his own advice...In desperation, Freya goes looking for love in all the wrong places. And when her parents break dramatically with marital convention, they leave Freya in turmoil as she realizes that, for Millie and Hugh, three is not a crowd...
~
It was interesting for me to read this book, as I was living in Cambridge as a (slightly older) teen than heroine Freya at the time the book is set. It is a very interesting snapshot of eight or so weeks of burgeoning womanhood, a time when the summer holidays made all the difference (so we thought) to the person we would be on the return to school. I think Alice de Smith captures the agony of these teenage growing pains very well.. and Freya is never quite sure who she is and what's expected of her... Where is she in life? The story is incredibly slight and the surrounding characters are given very little flesh and for literary creations behave annoyingly inconsistently. People are described as one thing, and then behave in others - it is a fault in the writing not in the character make-up.
Also, I didn't recognise Cambridge... Her geography is all wrong. Occasionally landmarks are thrown in for good measure, and local celebs from my youth spring up but for no reason. De Smith would have been better served creating extraneous characters and places using her talent as a writer, rather than relying on exisitng places and people that brought nothing to the story...
On the whole I found the book fairly amusing, and whilst the subject, style and moral are nothing new, it reminded me a little of Victoria Wood's stand-up.. Snappy, zippy, some GREAT one liners, but ultimately you never learn anything from it...
"Welcome to Life" is a novel about family, friendship and becoming a grown-up. Adolescence is never easy. But for fourteen-year-old Freya - brought up by parents who act like teenagers, and surrounded by teenagers all too desperate be grown-ups - it's bewildering. All she wants is a bit of attention...But her parents are too wrapped up in their own dramas to register Freya's. Her mother, Millie, is inconsistent, irresponsible, and wants her daughter to be her best gal pal. Unfortunately she finds her utterly inscrutable, a disappointment and a chore, and her fondest communications reach Freya in the form of notes left on the fridge door: 'Feed rabbits'; 'Sandwich for lunch - cheese in fridge only one day out of date', and 'Be less scary'. Freya's dad, Hugh, is in the property game. 'When there's a recession on, you have to keep an eye on the figures,' he told her once. If only he'd listened to his own advice...In desperation, Freya goes looking for love in all the wrong places. And when her parents break dramatically with marital convention, they leave Freya in turmoil as she realizes that, for Millie and Hugh, three is not a crowd...
~
It was interesting for me to read this book, as I was living in Cambridge as a (slightly older) teen than heroine Freya at the time the book is set. It is a very interesting snapshot of eight or so weeks of burgeoning womanhood, a time when the summer holidays made all the difference (so we thought) to the person we would be on the return to school. I think Alice de Smith captures the agony of these teenage growing pains very well.. and Freya is never quite sure who she is and what's expected of her... Where is she in life? The story is incredibly slight and the surrounding characters are given very little flesh and for literary creations behave annoyingly inconsistently. People are described as one thing, and then behave in others - it is a fault in the writing not in the character make-up.
Also, I didn't recognise Cambridge... Her geography is all wrong. Occasionally landmarks are thrown in for good measure, and local celebs from my youth spring up but for no reason. De Smith would have been better served creating extraneous characters and places using her talent as a writer, rather than relying on exisitng places and people that brought nothing to the story...
On the whole I found the book fairly amusing, and whilst the subject, style and moral are nothing new, it reminded me a little of Victoria Wood's stand-up.. Snappy, zippy, some GREAT one liners, but ultimately you never learn anything from it...
Nic:
Wow. You got so much more out of this than I did! It's such a shame you weren't at the lunch to lend a different perspective (and enjoy a fabulous lunch!).
I wondered who Alice slept with in order to get this trite, underdeveloped, poorly-written, uninspiring (I hesitate to call it) book published.
After lunch walk:
I wondered who Alice slept with in order to get this trite, underdeveloped, poorly-written, uninspiring (I hesitate to call it) book published.
After lunch walk:
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