I'm about putting my eyes out reading this book. But it's so good, I can't stop. Which is not altogether a good thing. With many a good book, after reading the last page, I wish I hadn't read it so fast, wish I were back in the middle of it.
A word of encouragement about the names and foreign words. I believe that in India, words and names are pronounced almost exactly as we would pronounce them in English. What you see is what you say. Maybe with a somewhat broader A in some words.
The man spent nearly 20 years writing this book, so I shouldn't swallow it all at one long gulp. But I'll read it again, Lord willing. Glad I bought it.
Just remembered--poetry reading is tonight at the Arts Council, at 7:00. I haven't been to a meeting in several months, and don't have any new poems, but will try to print out one or two old ones that might be of interest.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Shantaram
Posted by Joanne Cage -- Joanne Cage at 3:15 PM
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