Friday, July 29, 2022
The Right to Sex by Amia Srinivasan
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
A Brief History of Equality by Thomas Piketty
Friday, July 22, 2022
Pachinko by Lee Min-jin
Wednesday, July 20, 2022
Every Good Boy Does Fine by Jeremy Denk
Monday, July 18, 2022
Mother Night Kurt Vonnegut Jr
If a reader doesn't know it then it is easy to end up believing it to be a true story which it is not.
This is the story of Howard, a budding writer who became a short time spy. While on the mission his cover was being the person responsible for propaganda. Apparently, he did so well that the people who didn't know his cover ended up hating him eventually.
Now, a 70 year old Howard which nothing much left to look forward to in life wants a trial. This small whim can lead to the gallows, and that's where he tells his story.
It is a bit of a dark account of a person on death row with humour and some moral questions. The idea of being right or wrong. The area which is beyond black and white. It can be in-between and could have been called grey but what if it was a different colour altogether?
The blank eyes of a person who doesn't know what to do. The only thing he can think of doing is what others tell him to do, and in that moment he will do anything.
Peace
Sunday, July 17, 2022
A Molecule Away From Madness Tales of the Hijacked Brain by Sara Manning Peskin
Wednesday, July 6, 2022
The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus
Camus is a different kind of writer. He goes from philosophy to myth and back in a lyrical writing style. It is sometimes so fluent to read that only going through those complicated phrases amazes you with the beauty of it.
The title comes from the story for Sisyphus but he doesn't really appear until the end where the whole thought around the idea of staying alive in the face of absurdity of life comes to a full circle.
Camus starts with the idea of suicide (why people do it) and moves from one character to the other (Don Juan may not be the right choice) explaining what should be idea of life for any person. What keeps us going through the monotony of life and what happens when one sees the absurdity of this rhythmic living. Does this evoke a question of why life exists or what is the point in being alive while you are destined to roll your own stone daily like Sisyphus?
There is no simple answer to existential doubts but here we can read what Camus has to suggest. The problem with such questions is that they are all unique and there is no general answer which fits all, and that is the beauty of it.
This is a quick read until you start contemplating on these thoughts, which is a chore for lifetime.
Peace