Sunday, 28 June 2015

The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman - Denis Thériault


I'm going to really struggle to portray the beauty of this book, the many layers of storyline, the amount of times it surprised me, what it taught me and how it left me. But. I will try.

Firstly, I think this book is seriously mis-named. Unless you look at the very first layer of storyline. If you read it and focus only on the superficial, then yes, this is a story about a lonely postman, job done.

But this is not about a lonely postman. It is about yearning for life. It is about obsession. It is about betrayal. It's about learning. It is about the better you and the better me. It is about love. It's about connecting with someone on the deepest level, to where circumstances happen that could only occur because it was pre-destined. Meant-to-be. Fate.

It is about inevitability.

I'm not a big poetry fan, (although everyone should know E.E. Cummings' poem 'I carry your heart with me'), so at times I struggled a bit with the Japanese poetry. If you struggle with poetry, persevere. This is a book not to give up on. It has a purpose, trust the author he's a true storyteller.

The most beautiful part of the book is in the reader learning about and falling into the world of an 'enso'. And I can't explain this without ruining the book for you.

I'm torn with actually reviewing this book and telling the story, which will then rob you of the experience of the surprises and could never do the book the justice it deserves. Or just saying READ THIS BOOK. It is only 100 pages. I don't know how he fitted it all in. 

I'm going to do something in between. I'm going to just shower you with words that the book made me feel, think, learn, in the hope that I convey a scent of the book without exposing it's secrets.

Curious. Intimate. Stalker. Friendship. Trust. Passion. Immersed. Jealousy. Betrayal. Secrets. Uncomfortable. Raunchy. Tender. Oblivious. Intrigued. Poetic. 

Enough already. Just read it! Ok?










Sunday, 7 June 2015

Paper Towns - John Green


Q (Quentin) and Margo Roth Spiegelman, as children are neighbours and best friends. In the simplicity that is childhood, this makes sense. But childhood, as its nature tends to, gives way to adolescence, simultaneously simplicity gives way to complex social rules, and friendships dissipate as school re-labels everyone into theirs 'groups'. Only then does it become obvious that Margo and Q aren't as similar as they believed and hoped.

Margo, beautiful and mysterious, belongs to those group of girls that seem to float, not walk, seem untouchable, unapproachable and not quite real. Q, conversely, has two good friends, Ben and Radar, who alone made his senior year bareable. Navigating the bullies, Q and his friends frequent the band room.

Margo and Q, still neighbours, become distant strangers.

Until, in true Margo style, she suddenly appears in Q's window one night, as if the years had rewound back to times when they were inseparable. Margo had chosen Q for a revenge fuelled multi stop crazy night righting all the wrongs done to her by those who were supposed to have loved her. Margo is a planner. The plan had 11 parts, and required Q to get:
3 whole catfish (individually wrapped), Veet (hair removal cream), Vaseline, six pack of Mountain Dew, one dozen tulips, one bottle of water, tissues and one tin of blue spray paint. Of course.

Q, in his unquestioning admiration for Margo, revelled in being selected for this mission, fulfilled his part, and felt his friendship, perhaps more, with Margo had been revived, bolstered even.

Until, the next day, Margo disappeared.

Q finds clues left by Margo, seemingly just for his eyes, as to where to start to look for her. They are increasingly cryptic, the last hidden in verses from Walt Whitman.

Q, sacrificing his last days of study before his finals, pursues each trace of Margo across Florida, wanting, needing to be the one to find her, if she can be found.

The more Q falls into the depths of Walt Whitman's meaning, the more Q questions whether Margo set this trail for him to follow or whether she is saying her final goodbye through his words.

Q is left with no other option except to follow the veiled clues in the hope that Margo is still alive and is willing to be found.