Review: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

I am was propped on a bed at my maternal grandfather’s place. I struck a lottery when I found for novels stowed away in a corner of a cupboard.

There’s Arthur Hailey & Sidney Sheldon apart from Mitch Albom. Unfortunately, the edges of the first fifty pages or so of Hailey’s first novel (guess which one?) have been munched away.

But that’s okay. I still have the others. I feel like hugging all these old books with their yellowing pages and cracking spines with all the strength in my arms. Books are such absurd things; they enchant despite shoddiness that time slaps from cover to cover.

Mitch Albom has a way with words.

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Book Review: Delirious Delhi

Anyone new to Delhi will have their understanding of it magnified by this book. And anyone who already knows Delhi will appreciate this candid tribute to a city that’s everything to everyone at the same time.

Delirious Delhi follows Dave and Jenny as they look to settle in Delhi.

Wait, settle? Not just yet.

Most expats have spiritual undertones/overkill when it comes to India. A journey of revelatory self-discoveries and bindis, India is like the Ganga of the phoren: people from across the seven seas come to the land of shoe-throwing parliament sessions and caved roads to look for a greater meaning to life and a longer credit card bill.

An obligatory personal journey where at first they hate India, but then they ‘learn to love it’: from the land of elephants and snake charmers to someplace you’ve got to go and experience the life that India is.

Dave Prager sits down and regales you with his stories and experiences with Delhi that go far beyond his sacred copy of the Lonely Planet in a crisp 390 leaves. This is not a wide-eyed account of the dirty beggars on the road crossings or the fab sarees you tried on for some umpteenth expat-ish event and eventually finding inner peace and spirituality in every trash can worth its flies.

DD is a candid travel account. It is a love story with its loves and hates and follows the two as they swing from one trait to the other, decoding Delhi and discovering that there was an India outside the tents of the polite, well-swept version all foreigners were handed.

On a day when the more well-known titles were on a 50% sale, what did me in for this one? The Eastman Colour style posters.


For the love of old school cinema

Prager breaks down his Delhi stint into twelve chapters that delve into the finer aspects of his struggle in India. It all begins with waking up to calls of a street vendor selling paella. Paella? Yap.

As you move through this book, and I say move, not read, the narration strikes you as a Slumdog Millionaire in reverse because here, you get to peak from the other side and experience the other side. The idea of a foreigner chronicling his experiences and tracking progress: be it the language or the customs or the small talk at work or the boss who believes that smoke breaks are really where all the business takes place, or the spleen-ripping traffic jams, where the author digs into his humble pie. Continue reading

Book Review: Memories of my Melancholy Whores

As I sunk into the leather chair, the kind with wheels, with a Gabriel Garcia Marquez in hand, I had little idea I’d be moved to impenetrable silence later that evening. Hordes consider Paulo Coelho’s Alchemist that one piece of literature that transformed their lives: for me, it is Garcia’s Memories of My Melancholy Whores. I admit the title piqued my curiosity. A lot.

(Talk about grabbing attention by the basketballs. of all the books that lined the shelf, its girth and the face of a pretty girl in a frilly frock was doing hoola hoops on the repeat. phew.)
Of the prominent post-war authors there are, Marquez towers over many in my list.