S. L. Bhyrappa Like many good books, this one too made its way into my list in a random fashion. A friend saw the different Mahabharata versions on my shelf and asked me if I had read this one. I hadn’t even heard of it! I initially thought I’d skip because I thought it was […]
I love Amor Towles’ writing, but The Lincoln Highway is not Rules of Civility, and it’s definitely not A Gentleman in Moscow. Having said that, it is still a well-crafted tale with interesting characters and the old world charm of the unambiguity of right and wrong.
Kazuo Ishiguro has a knack for digging deep into what makes us human. In this book, he uses Klara an AF (Artificial Friend) to create a layered narrative on what a sentient AI could tell us about ourselves.
To describe the book, I’d apply the author’s own words, which he used for Manhattan – ‘you wanted to approach it for the rest of your life without ever quite arriving.’ Through a flashback triggered by a photograph, we see the journey of a woman, the society she was part of, and the different shades of Manhattan. A vivid, glorious, and poignant ride.
This is a radically different style of #scifi from what I have read so far. What sets it apart is the underlying ideas and philosophy, and the sociopolitical commentary. When you consider the background machinations of #scifi publishing in the 60s and 70s, it is a little distressing, especially since it also reveals a few clay feet.