Saturday, December 19, 2015

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut


Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut


 Slaughterhouse 5 is satirical version of authors experience in World War II, centered primarily on the Dresden firebombing which wiped out the entire city centre. Narrated through the life of a disoriented and ill trained assistant to chaplain named Billy Pilgrim, since his unfortunate incarceration by Germans to the bombing day and its aftermath, author uses nonlinear narration to steer the story forwards, using satire dark humor to explain the devastation and absurdity of war, and uses his early Sci-Fi writing skills to explain the fatalistic nature of it.

It is something beyond the spell of ordinary writers to see the potency of using two dissimilar categories of writing, to tell a story of war. I might think it’s a catalyst for disaster, but in hands of Kurt its creation of history.  

War is fought by babies, a children’s crusade, but Billy who traversed the entire book referred as child ill trained, innocent war-not-ready-or-likely –to be kind of guy, who emerges as the enlightened one, who quite early learns the trade of avoiding the frenetic nature of war with his ability to time travel, and sulk in unknown world, there by remaining blind eyed to the surrounding madness. It’s a profound way to describe a war, with absence of all the hormones thumping actions and devastation, trying to glorifying the war, the machines and the trigger happy action junkies with uniforms and guns.

Just like Billy, author has surrendered to the insanity of war, and he is powerless to do anything about it.
   
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.”

It’s also remarkable where in author, refuses to judge anyone involved in war, no blames are passed, no questions are asked, no one held responsible. Is just how the war is, we will continue to do what we do to each other. There were deaths, there are deaths, there will be deaths and so it will go on.
I highly recommend this book, irrespective of what genre you like.

I will also recommend the Israeli animated movie, “Waltzwith Bashir” which shares a striking similarity to this book. About a soldier in search of his lost memories of his experience in Lebanon war. Often times it’s even referred as Israeli Slaughterhouse.  Yeah it doesn’t have that bling of World War, but hey war is war, there are deaths, desolation and birds which will have its say. Poo-tee-weet?

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Drop by Dennis Lehane


Monday, December 14, 2015

The Shape of Water by Andrea Camilleri


The Shape of Water by 


For someone residing in India, you can totally relate to Inspector Montalbano and his police unit. In here you may find a police playing snake in his cracked phone, while a corpse is rotting to his side. You may find them arguing over a brand of whiskey they would have after shift or you may find two PC’s enacting Star Wars on the crime scene with their batons. Ok the latter one is gone too far, but the point is no one gives a hoot about the crime until a high brass asks them to do so. Most of the characters in this book, especially in the police unit have some kinda indolent attitude and everyone works in very lethargic manner yet they deliver what asked of them when they are railroaded.

So when city’s big-shot politician is found dead in his car, in a place called ‘Pasture’, with his pants down it doesn’t come as a surprise to Monatalbano, when everyone of his unit concurs with the idea that the old man died of stroke whilst stroking a prostitute, going by the sordid reputation of the place where he is found.  It’s a comically ironic to find a man of such repute to die in way he did.

But for Montalbano who although is dying to go along with the herd and wrap the case to avoid the great deal of effort to act otherwise, seems to differ in his mind that everything is not as innocent and straightforward as it seems it is. Why then the most reputed and powerful person of the city, negligent to his social image, strolls in a place like Pasture in search of prostitute. Surely he is not short of better place to carry out the task than inside a car however pimped the car maybe. Surely he can get a class-A sex worker at his doorstep in just a call. No- Someone is pouring water to crafted jar, to take the shape one desires. Surprisingly these thoughts tickle the brain of the Montalbano alone although he himself is not surprised by it and probes on the case a bit more, when everyone else has returned to their merry world.

It’s my first Andrea Cammilari book, and it ticked all the boxes of my checklist that I thought before buying it. It’s got raw sardonic humor, convincing characters, good dialogues and a great story.

Author in his forward at start of the book tells us how he defied everyone who told him that Sicily is not a perfect backdrop to set a detective story in and how it went on to be a major hit. Glad he was so adamant, because you have here a very good detective book, which treads its own path, in an already populated genre.  Although I do think that some of its authenticity is lost in translation, nevertheless its job well done. Eagerly looking forward to read other books in the series. 

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Night Film by Marisha Pessl


Night Film by