Amit Goes Blogging

Little Women — Louisa May Alcott — (4/5) A Short History of Nearly Everything — Bill Bryson — (3.5/5) What is History? — E H Carr — (4.5/5) Secret Garden — Frances Hodgson Burnett — (4.5/5) The Penguin History of the World — J M Roberts & Odd Arne Westadd — (4/5) Outgrowing God — Richard Dawkins — (3.5/5) The Courage to Be Disliked — Ichiro Kishimi, Fumitake Koga — (3/5) Things Fall Apart — Chinua Achebe — (2.75/5) The Doors of Perception (including Heaven and Hell) — Aldous Huxley (3/5) Gora — Rabindranath Tagore — (4/5) गोदान — Munshi Premchand — (4/5) A Room of One's Own — Virginia Woolf — (3.5/5) Sea of Poppies — Amitav Ghosh — (4.75/5) Dubliners — James Joyce — (4.25/5) The Body Keeps the Score — Bessel van der Kolk — (4.75/5) Maybe You Should Talk to Someone  — Lori Gottlieb — (3/5) The Vicar of Wakefield  — Oliver Goldsmith — (5/5) Babbitt  — Sinclair Lewis — (3.5/5) The Awakening — Kate Chopin — (4/5)  To Kill a Mocking Bird — Harper Lee...

They published what was yet a working draft. Very repetitive and does little justice to the subject it sets out to treat. Only the last chapter has some significant comments. Of religious sermons, I have had enough. The book is mostly anecdotes from the lives of spiritual men, quotes from scriptures, mostly Buddhist, and couplets. Arun Shourie merely restates scriptural statements and adds some personal account to back it up. He anchors the book with episodes from lives of a few great men towards the fag end of their lives and in their final moments. The author seeks lessons for us ordinary mortals in their acceptance of death and in their indifference to prolonging their earthly life. I wonder what can I learn from the lives of these men who were convinced of an everlasting life into which they will be delivered upon physical death. Besides controlling appetite(s) and coveting solitude, I don't think there is any other lesson or preparation possible for me. Appetite-control ruled ...

The only book in this genre I have ever read. I was reared on a heavy dose of Indian mythology, conditioned to read fantasy as mythology. When reading modern fantasy, that conditioning takes hold of me, only to mar the enjoyment this time. Hindu mythology sets out to explain the very origin and sustaining principle of the universe and breaks into legends and lore that capture the peopling of the universe. In doing so, it undertakes the ambitious task of providing  a commentary on the alleged historical events. So, w hile reading this book against that background, I was subconsciously seeking a bigger canvas for Rowling's stories. I don't the entire blame for this. The book's preface pushed me in that direction. For Hindus, mythology is an article of faith. Faith prevents us from seeing fantastic elements in our myths as fantasies. Hanuman crossing the ocean in a single leap is an event recorded by witnesses, not poetic imagination. The role of a poet is to compose devotiona...

This book can be one's baptism in philosophy. I was gifted this book when I was in the 10th standard. In the intervening years, I read it only in bits. It's a personal embarrassment that I had a gem of a book lying on my shelf unfinished. When Will Durant picks up a philosopher, he becomes the indistinguishable voice of the philosopher. So completely does he identify himself with the philosophy that you don't realize where the original thought ends and where the commentary begins. His paraphrasing embellishes the argument, supplying words the philosopher missed in the first telling. He offers a brighter lumen. Within each chapter, the last section is devoted to critical appreciation of each philosophy. Here, Will Durant detaches himself completely, exposing the loose ends of a taut system and the fault lines in a close-knit argument. The dissent is as impressive as the assent. When this happens chapter after chapter, you become conscious of your appreciation for subsequent ...