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qosTired, tired, tired.
I have a bit of a scratchy throat that I am 80% convinced will develop into a full-blown "mental health day" on Thursday instead of work.
I hated my job today. Just hated it.
But I had a nice evening with my daughter and parents celebrating my mom's birthday. But we stayed late, and now it's bedtime, and I haven't had any real quiet time to myself today.
This morning I was thinking about the power of the Storyteller: the power to define reality by describing it through story, to name, to broaden the boundaries of what is conceivable and thus change the shape of present and future. . . But I don't have the time or energy to elaborate tonight.
And anyone who loves really good novels should find a copy of Shantaram. It's the richest, most vivid, and most beautifully written fiction I've found in a very long time. It's a big, thick book, and I'm luxuriating in it at every opportunity. I'm glad it's going to take a long time to get through, because it's such a marvelous experience. I was going to post an excerpt or two this evening, but it's going to have to wait. Go to Amazon and read the back cover blurb about the author.
That's all. I'm going to read my Friends page now, but making no guarantee of leaving any coherent comment. Good night.
I have a bit of a scratchy throat that I am 80% convinced will develop into a full-blown "mental health day" on Thursday instead of work.
I hated my job today. Just hated it.
But I had a nice evening with my daughter and parents celebrating my mom's birthday. But we stayed late, and now it's bedtime, and I haven't had any real quiet time to myself today.
This morning I was thinking about the power of the Storyteller: the power to define reality by describing it through story, to name, to broaden the boundaries of what is conceivable and thus change the shape of present and future. . . But I don't have the time or energy to elaborate tonight.
And anyone who loves really good novels should find a copy of Shantaram. It's the richest, most vivid, and most beautifully written fiction I've found in a very long time. It's a big, thick book, and I'm luxuriating in it at every opportunity. I'm glad it's going to take a long time to get through, because it's such a marvelous experience. I was going to post an excerpt or two this evening, but it's going to have to wait. Go to Amazon and read the back cover blurb about the author.
That's all. I'm going to read my Friends page now, but making no guarantee of leaving any coherent comment. Good night.
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Date: 2006-02-08 03:11 am (UTC)What I like is the richness of the writing style. The author provides vivid details (but not excessively lengthy passages of them) and the kind of descriptions that take a reader by surprise. The storyline is first person, and feels raw and intimate in both the good and the bad experiences.
The adventures of the protagonist echo the extrordinary experiences of the author, which adds to the sense of truth. And there's a distinct spiritual undertone to the book, which is startling coming from a man with a background of violence and crime. The book is as much about love and redemption as about violence and crime.