Sea of Poppies – A historical and moving tale with a vibrant cast

    The first three chapters of “Sea of Poppies” I made my way to Sea of Poppies after listening to its author, Amitav Ghosh being interviewed by the BBC, the Chicago Humanties Festival, and few more book clubs. I received my copy from Amazon on Sunday last and began reading the book, promptly discarding…

How John Le’ Carre’s writing stays with you

“When Schulmann talked, he fired off conflicting ideas like a spread of bullets, then waited to see which ones went home and which came back at him. The sidekick’s voice followed like a stretcher-party, softly collecting up the dead.” – The Little Drummer Girl

Fiction – Mapping a Character

Naomi looked out of her living room window as she sat on a sofa, her feet ensconced in the slightly worn out carpet beneath, as she placed her phone on the side table. She didn’t see the road or the neighbor’s homes that she normally peered at through the window. Lost in a maze of…

Chekov’s characters

Vladimir Nabokov, of brilliant Lolita fame, said of Chekov, “What really attracted the Russian reader was that in Chekhov’s heroes he recognized the Russian idealist. . . a man who combined the deepest human decency of which man is capable with an almost ridiculous inability to put his ideals and principles into action; a man…

Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Artist of the Beautiful

The artist’s temperament in Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Artist of the Beautiful is a classic story with language that is sometimes difficult to get past. I skipped the lengthy sentences but got the gist of the story. An artist who endowed spiritualism into his work and worshipped a human being as a deity. This part makes…

Shunning the cursive for tip tap

Did computers spell the death of handwriting? I had to submit a handwritten paper somewhere and discovered that I could not write more than a paragraph. My fingers ached and my I’s merged into t’s and all I could hand out was an illegible scrawl that looked worse than a doctor’s prescription piece. I rue…