I was having a conversation with a couple of friends regarding some of the books we had read. The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton cropped up, and I remembered I had written a post on that, comparing it with Museum of Innocence by Orhan Pahmuk. I searched for that post, and when I read it, it brought back vivid memories of both the books.
I have read so many books this year, and I guess jotting down my thoughts about them will keep them fresh in my mind in the days to come.
Some of the most lovely books I’ve recently read include
- 84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff
- Meet Me At The Museum by Anne Youngson
- Breathing Lessons by Anne Tyler
- Shaya Tales by Bulbul Sharma
- Dear Mrs. Bird by AJ Pearce
- The Word is Murder by Anthony Horowitz
- Leela: A Patchwork Life by Jerry Pinto
- The Amazing Story of the Man Who Cycled from India to Europe for Love by Per J Andersson
…I could go on all day! 🙂
The book I just finished reading is Pachinko by Min Jin Lee, a saga about the lives of Korean-Japanese folks.
It was fascinating, for it provided a glimpse of how universal the issues of migrants to a different country are. In the book, people of Korean origin are treated often with suspicion and disdain by the Japanese in Japan. Nothing they do is ever good enough to make them sufficiently Japanese. Sound familiar?
In many ways, the book reminded me of Jasoda by Kiran Nagarkar.
Both feature a strong matriarchal figure who is the rooted anchor of the entire family tree. Both feature brilliant eldest sons who hunger for more education. Both feature America as aspiration. And both showcase the strong, silent, entrepreneurial women who run families with little or no support, and do the best job they can.
Both novels are also written in solid styles with no gimmicks. They tell a competent story and enclose you in the comfort of traditional story-telling.
In short, I enjoyed reading both books.