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Fiction.
Literature.
In a crumbling, isolated house at the foot of Mount Kanchenjunga in the Himalayas lives an embittered judge who wants only to retire in peace, when his orphaned granddaughter, Sai, arrives on his doorstep. The judge's cook watches over her distractedly, for his thoughts are often on his son, Biju, who is hopscotching from one gritty New York restaurant to another. Kiran Desai's brilliant novel, published to huge acclaim, is a story of joy and despair. Her characters face numerous choices that majestically illuminate the consequences of colonialism as it collides with the modern world.… (mer)
Desai presenterar en historia om Indien som vi inte vet särskilt mycket om. Det hela utspelar sig under 80-talet med separatistiska protester och författaren låter oss få inblick i händelseförloppet. Hon ger oss det mycket skickligt med en snygg blandning av det lilla (romankaraktärernas aktioner) i det stora (de bakomliggande sociala och politiska orsakerna). Till detta kommer karaktären Bijus kamp som illegal invandrare i USA. Denna del av historien känns mer konventionell, men ändå passar det bra in i romanens helhet.
Men jag kan inte riktigt med Desais tillbakalutade språk, som i sitt avslappnade berättande inte riktigt förmår egagera mig. Men visst, det är en stil som säkert passar andra. ( )
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Boast of Quietness
Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors. The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside. Sure of my life and my death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them. Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air. Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack. They speak of humanity. My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty. They speak of homeland. My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword, the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls. Time is living me. More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude. They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow. My name is someone and anyone. I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.
-Jorge Luis Borges
Dedikation
Till min mor med så mycket kärlek
Inledande ord
Hela dagen hade skymningsfärgerna härskat och diset rört sig som en vattenvarelse kring de mäktiga bergssidorna som var mättade av havsskuggor och djup.
Citat
Information från den engelska sidan med allmänna fakta.Redigera om du vill anpassa till ditt språk.
An accident, they said, and there was nobody to blame - it was just fate in the way fate has of providing the destitute with a greater quota of accidents for which nobody can be blamed.
Just ordinary humans in ordinary opaque boiled-egg light, without grace, without revelation, composite of contradictions, easy principles, arguing about what they half believed in or even what they didn't believe in at all, desiring comfort as much as raw austerity, authenticity as much as playacting, desiring coziness of family as much as to abandon it forever.
...and he felt a flash of jealousy as do friends when they lose another to love, especially those who have understood that friendship is enough, steadier, healthier, easier on the heart. Something that always added and never took away. (Ch 39)
Avslutande ord
Det enda man behövde göra vara tt sträcka ut handen och plocka den.
Fiction.
Literature.
In a crumbling, isolated house at the foot of Mount Kanchenjunga in the Himalayas lives an embittered judge who wants only to retire in peace, when his orphaned granddaughter, Sai, arrives on his doorstep. The judge's cook watches over her distractedly, for his thoughts are often on his son, Biju, who is hopscotching from one gritty New York restaurant to another. Kiran Desai's brilliant novel, published to huge acclaim, is a story of joy and despair. Her characters face numerous choices that majestically illuminate the consequences of colonialism as it collides with the modern world.
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1001 Group Read: January,2012--The Inheritance of Loss
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Till detta kommer karaktären Bijus kamp som illegal invandrare i USA. Denna del av historien känns mer konventionell, men ändå passar det bra in i romanens helhet.
Men jag kan inte riktigt med Desais tillbakalutade språk, som i sitt avslappnade berättande inte riktigt förmår egagera mig. Men visst, det är en stil som säkert passar andra. (